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- The Most Real I Feel
- My Backpack of Pain
- Nobody Knows My Name
- Until Life is Beautiful Once More...
- The Natural To My Beauty
- No Air At All
- I Feel Like That Bird That's Fallen
- Independent
- My Sister
- Abandoned
- Me and My Board
- Lost Girl
- Longing For Another Life
- Princess Adia'Zalika
- Capitol Hill
- Handcuffs
- Peace and Love From a Natural Born Thug
- The Pain
- Me A Hermit
- Finally Opening Doors
- A Gaining Loss
- Anger
- Do You Really Know Me?
- Not My Real Sandals
- Para Mi Mama y Para Mi Papa
- My Brother
- The Undefined
- Something Missing
- Pre-Summary of My Life
- Really Buttery Popcorn
- I'm Getting Out
- Physical Love
- Made Me Feel Like There's No World
- Wounded Healer
- Memories #3
- The Nightmare That Never Ended
- Dear Ex-Boyfriend
- My Whole World Stopped
- Dear Mom #2
- My Spaceship
- Just Lay It Out
- White Walls & Collect Calls
- Amazing Amanda
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- Unwanted
- Worry
- My Life Story
- If God Were Looking at My Life #2
- Lying in My Bed at Night, I Think
- 144 Ways
- Freedom
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- If Meth Wasn't in My Life
- Lonely
- My Stupid Boyfriend
- Oblivion
- The White Walls
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- Happy Birthday
- My Best Friend Was Murdered
- Why Are You Blue?
- We Came from Saudi Arabia
- The Days I Miss
- Dear Mom
- Brother and Sister
- A Good Day / A Bad Day
- My Dad #3
- Dear Family
- When My Brother Got Shot
- Nothing Will Bring Me Down
- Coyote Ridge
- Family #2
- Metal on Metal
- I'm Making a Moving Poem
- The Thunder Is in the Past
- There Had to Have Been Someone
- There Had to Have Been
- Memories
- I Like the Rain More than The Sun
- Finding Summer Again
- Every Guy
- When I Look in the Mirror
- Different Levels
- Worries for You
- The First and Last Day I Saw My Dad
- Changing My Life Around
- You Can't Be Mad Forever
- I Wonder
- Doors of Emotion
- Ice Cream Man
- Liquor Makes the World Violent
- The Coolest Dad
- Letter to Mom
- Virginity
- Black
- The Three Faces of My Monster
- Drowning
- Sides of Me
- The Love of My Life
- Monkey
- My Life
- What It's Like to Have a Headache
- [Preface]
- The Currents of My Emotion
- I Am As Angry As a Boomerang
- They Look Like a Heart, They Beat
- Love is Like All the Colors of the Doors in Juvie
- I Looked at the Butterflies on the Ceiling
- Family
- My Memory Poem
- My Life Is Like a PS2
- If Only You Knew
- What I Think About My Favorite Staff
- Life on Ketron Cottage
- My Sumo Cat
- Cancer Is
- Baby Blues
- Not Titled Because
- Why Me?
- Mom, The Story
- Living on the Streets
- My Mom
- Going to the Dentist
- Why I'm Short and Not Tall
- Conversations with My Eating Disorder
- Life Like a Cat
- I Miss the Way We Occasionally Got Along
- My Passion Leaps Out Toward the World
- I Am a Monster, But a Fairy, Too
- How Tucked in the Corner Was Sadness
- A Salty Longing
- See What Goes On Behind My Masks
- No More Me
- I Lost My Sense of Protection
- Because I Didnt Know the True Meaning of Love
- What Every Guy Tells Me
- Trapped in the Ghetto & The Other Piece of Me
- I Can't Imagine Myself Any Other Place
- The House on the Corner 2
- The House on the Corner
- Poems by Parents
Finally Opening Doors
by a young woman, age 15Most of the time I’m latching locks on doors.
I’m afraid of all the emotion coming out.
I’m afraid of judgment.
I’ve afraid of showing my emotions.
I feel like they win if they see my emotion.
One time I was at my house.
I live with my grandparents upstairs
Cause my mom was abusive.
I would make it a point to never let her see me cry.
My mom would get a look on her face like she accomplished something.
My mom lives in the basement.
Once you walk through that door you get this feeling of anger.
Something bad is going to happen.
It’s a place I don’t like to be.
Especially with my mom in there.
It ended up her trying to drag me out of the basement by my ankle
My grandparents were like, “Stop! Stop!”
As soon as she saw me crying she stopped and just went downstairs.
I felt defeated.