So, I’ve just been looking through some (really) old poems, and I found a notebook full of teen angst type stuff, some of it so awful I doubt I’ll ever share it! But I found the below poem, which was my sister’s favourite at the time (I didn’t show my work to many people, back then)… I’m not sure how I feel about this one, what do you think? Have a read (original title and punctuation copied carefully from my notebook – I didn’t have a computer back then!)
Mental Torture
A silent scream comes from within. It pierces through the noise of the external world like a bullet plunges into the soft flesh of a living body. No-one hears. But the pain is like waiting for tomorrow to come. It grips the throat and squeezes until the inside is outside and the outside is no longer a reality but a dream from the depths of the imagination and life… Ceases to exist.
Honest Speaks 
This is very powerful. How old were you when you wrote this? It’s wonderful. I hope you will post some more old stuff!
Hey Alice, thanks! I’m still not sure about it, but glad you like it. I was about 16 I think, I was in a Russian exam at the time and couldn’t concentrate; I wrote this and got my focus back. I guess it was emotional overspill or something… Trust me, most of the other old stuff is truly awful… But who knows maybe I’ll post it anyway!