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I think one of the most destructive aspects of modern society is a progression of teenaged apathy combined with the fraying of traditional safty nets.  This poem is written from what I imagine to be the point of view of a casualty of that combination.  While I rarely preface any art, as I think it tends to defeat the purpose, I want to illustrate the fact that this is writen from the point of view of a fictional construct.  I hope that it still has relevance.
Closed Doors

I am sixteen.
my teeth are crooked.
and the girl I love
will never love me.
She is oblivious, and
I am tormented when
she talks to anyone.
Why haven't I grown tall?
Why has my own skin
betrayed me?
Why is my Mom in her room
with the door closed?

I have to be strong.
I have to be brave, they say.
Big boys don't cry.
What if I died?
Would they sing sad songs
about me?
Would they learn who I am? Or know
what I could be?
I don't want to do ANYTHING!
And everything has to be done.
I can't bear this life.
Why is Mom in her room
with the door closed?

No one cares
about my side of it all.
They're all to busy.
I could have been on the football team.
I never tried out.
I could have gotten better grades,
it doesn't matter now.
Why do I have this burden?
Will I live another day?
Why is my Mom in her room
with her fucking door closed?

Gavin
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