Fatal Feelings

by T.B.Swelstad, age 15

T.B. likes writing poetry and modeling for fun. She also really likes cats. She lives in Studio City, California with her mom and her dog. She feels a connection to reading and is enjoying S.E. Hinton's work this summer. “You are not equivalent to my race
Stop trying to change my broken face
I can kill myself
But I’ll do it slowly
My smile is there but fading shortly
Figure out how you wanna write your story
You will never put that pen down
You look at me with raging glory”

The sun can’t make my happiness go away

Shoot that star

You’re trying to ruin my day

You are not equivalent to my race

Stop trying to change my broken face

I can kill myself

But I’ll do it slowly

My smile is there but fading shortly

Figure out how you wanna write your story

You will never put that pen down

You look at me with raging glory

Fights, fights, fights

Is all we know

And all we ever get into

Is your fake smile and tokens for you.

You are mine

But I can see into you

The blue I saw earlier is

Spreading through you.

I am suicidal.

Sell me, use me, I am the cycle.