There's no reason to be jealous of me, a 16-year-old girl with over-protective parents.
I do what's expected of me:
I go where I'm expected to go,
I do what I'm expected to do,
I say what I'm expected to say.
Nothing more.
I don't break the rules,
I don't test the boundaries.
I just sit by,
Idoly twiddling my thumbs,
and biting my tongue.
Waiting for the day when I can finally unleash 18 years worth of pent up anger and rage. . .
And no one can do a thing about it.
Author notes
This is a different way of writing poetry for me. I hope the format didn't make it hard to read or anything. Please let me know if it did.
What did you think?
Comments
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actually i think the format made it more interesting. the best thing aout this poem is i could definately relate. except im only 14...lol

suggestions to make it better:
Waiting for the day when I can finally unleash 18 years worth of pent up anger and rage. . .
(i dont think you need both anger and rage. maybe just one would be enough)
i loved the ending, it was the best part of the poem
but i think it would have more impact/strength if you ended it with just a . instead of ...
