The Teenage Poet

Image by Rachel B. Baxter

I can’t even honor with rejection
That which I was never meant to love in the first place —
Emotionally dehydrated,
The thirst is all-consuming and
Unquenchable, at times.

I’m going through a reverse metamorphosis,
Writing the way a teenage poet would —
And the attention is such a rush,
The high of artistically emoting.

Is this the way it’s meant to be?
This can’t be the way it’s meant to be.

Read more about being a teenage poet.

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