Teen Poetry Collections

The White Walls

by a young woman, age 14

I’ve been here 30 days.
In court today it was the first time I heard my mom’s voice
In a year.
I don’t want to feel my emotions.
I don’t want to dwell on the past.
If I felt my sadness
I would feel physically hurt,
My body would get tense and weak.
When I stood up I’d get dizzy.
Around my eyes it’s blackness,
It’s all sadness.

I feel compelled to do something I don’t want to do.
I’m trying to forgive myself
And forgive everybody around me.
I’m not trying to feel my emotions.

I feel plain,
Like the white walls I stare at every day.

If I keep working toward
Not feeling anything,
I can keep working toward
Feeling happy.