Teenage Trangst Poem by Dallas Bennett
The girl
who never was and the boy who cannot be.
A face unknown.
Hollow, Lacking, Vacant.
It stares.
Bones grow out of place,
Bulging, twisting, breaking
up straight lines.
Blood follows,
a screaming pain
that cannot be subdued.
It drips, smears,
stains.
Tainted.
Confusion sets in.
Mass hysteria?
Cells divide and concur,
an uncontrollable growth.
The heart longs to love,
but is trapped within a cage of bones
and mounds of flesh.
An unfamiliar home.
The mirror reflects lies,
which
cannot be proven incorrect.
Untrained eyes,
cannot view the falsehood,
of this perceived womanhood.
I’ve grown tired of lying.
And I’ve grown sick of telling the truth,
only to be told it’s a lie.
Ze.
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