Teen Poetry Collections

Rotting Corpse

by a young man, age 14

I’m angry inside at other people. It’s like a vortex of rage, killing and destroying everything that gets sucked in it. People think they know me when they don’t know sh*t. Medicine doesn’t help me. It makes me worse. I control my behavior, not that. My sister’s dead. They don’t know how hurt inside I am. It’s like I’m a rotting corpse that has been long forgotten. Even he himself has no memory of what used to be. He’s gone cold. He can’t think about it anymore. He wishes he could have some company, but no one cares, no one knows him.