Change poems by teens

Was i just an accident

- by Sophie F 59

I didn't ask to be born
It just happened
I wasn't planned
I was almost abandoned

Was I meant to be?
Or not meant to be
Was I just an accident?

I shouldn't be contemplating these things
I can't help it

These doubtful thoughts rush through my head
When all I want
Is to go to bed
It's the only place I can rest
Where I'm not treated like a pest

No one notices that I am trapped inside
Screaming yet no one hears
Where I have lost all of my pride
Hiding behind a smile and 16 years

Destroyed by man's words
As each tear falls
My heart breaks into thirds

I build up my walls
I try to stay positive
Ignoring the fear that calls and calls

It doesn't last long
It never does
I make a mistake
This makes everything wrong

I didn't ask to be born
But now I have to pay
You yell and scream
I always listen to what you say
Is it too much to ask that you do the same?

You blame me for things I've never done
You always comment
I'll turn out just like my mum

But I'll never turn out like her
She's never around
She's never here
She's just a blur
Does she even care?

You make assumptions that are never true
You don't understand

What have I ever done to you?

Everything around turns to grey
As colour slowly fades away
I stand there with a necklace made of rope
Wondering if there will ever be hope

But I always seem to stop at that step
I convince myself it'll be alright
I know I will never be the world rep for always being right

I wish that I could make up my mind
But there is something holding me back
As if I've been entwined
Marked and defined

I look outside and see the trees
The birds flying with the breeze

Why can't life be like that?
Not so hard
Somewhere you don't fall flat

I try to fight back tears
Trying to find a reason for all these years

I feel like I'm all alone

But God looked down from heaven's gates
And saved me from those terrible fates

Clean of my emptiness

- by Emily 58

Off to the emptiness
where I am widely invited.
I do hope loneliness
will consume my soul.

Away the hurt will go.
No more aches because
the dulling numbness,
will take away my feel.

Stretching long and far
is my path,
leading to a place
hoarding the lowest of lows.

One more companion
to guide my way.
I do hope
He doesn't shun my choice.

Crawling through the years,
peaking upwards
through the vents,
I see the world as it is.

To people pay no attention
the reflection I see.
Only showing dirt,
hopelessness, and debris.

Alas they only see
what is shown to them.
No second glance
of reconsideration.

Warmth and comfort,
turn to foreign concepts.
Taking their place,
hurt and sorrow.

What will become
of my murky reflection,
Tainted? Stained?
Forgotten.

Would it be easier,
to just accept?
Skip the pain
right to the killing.

Tear off the leftover shreds
of my feelings.
Plunge into darkness,
hopefully to resurface,

Clean of my emptiness.