Teen Poetry Collections


by a young man, age 16

I don’t have memories.
I forget a lot of things.
I don’t remember.
It’s easier not to remember
because I do too many bad things.
I don’t have memories.
I wish I could remember things
because then I wouldn’t feel
this emptiness inside my head.
I don’t have good memories.
I wish I had memories
of chillin’ with my friends,
but I can’t remember anything.
But I know my identity.
That feels good,
to know who I am.
Maybe if I didn’t do such bad things,
I could open up to memories.