Teenage Angst At Its Finest

• Amy Roff, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

When i was younger
i looked as if i could turn out pretty
like i could grow into something not like a human, but like a young tree Growing and ending with a soft blossom that filled up every space of emptiness and loneliness that tree felt beneath its hard bark
they said i would be smart
but i sit in a hard plastic chair with a pen writing numbers that make no sense and you try and try but nothing works and you cower to your strength and lose yourself in music
because at least you understand that
some of us just see lies
a tall straight lie sqiggled into the hopelessness of those who will not conform
its simplistic demeaning to those who will never live in the moment yet think endlessly to a starry and unknowing beyond
what a sad beautiful mystery that only a handful wonder
its a frightening truth that nothing will be there when we abandon the nothing here. When we sweep it all away with a deafening silence.
it was when i was younger
when things made sense and i could easily live in the moment