Questions

• Jorja Fowler, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

Who am I?
I look to the mirror for answers. Nothing.

My mind is clouded with questions,
Caused by the cruel voices swirling in my ears.

I don't want to hear them anymore.
But there's so many.
How can I make them stop?
They laugh at me again.

When I try to sleep, they follow me too.
I yell and scream yet neither help me dream.
Can I ever get away from these cruel voices?

I miss you.
My pretty smile, where did you go?
More of these questions are building up.
How do I let go of this heavy weight?