Teen Poetry Collections

Wounded Healer

by a young woman, age 14

You see that I assault others and burn my arm
     with lighters
You see that I break down in church and don't believe in
     God's help
But you don't know me

You would know me if...
You knew how hard it was to not be able to see your 
     brothers, sister, or your mom
You knew how I felt about being in treatment for nine months:
     punished, abandoned, forgotten
You knew what it's like to live in an environment where
     everyone is rascist
But you don't know me

You see that I am not in my right mind, that I'm
     staring at something else
You see that I use narcotics to soothe myself,
     to take myself away from all this
But you don't try to help me
But you don't know me

You would know me if...
You knew how I cry every night because I feel
     like no one cares
You knew how I tried to commit suicide
You knew how I dream of becoming a
     healer