"Bathroom Stall"
By Lacey Tatro
The guy I was hitting on all night took one look at my friend and was gone.
In a moment I realized no matter how
funny
smart
cool
or like him
I am not pretty enough.
There is just something about me
That puts guys off.
Like my personality is forceful
And loud.
I demand
Because I know who and what
I want.
It just happened to be him for an hour.
And that’s intimidating.
I spiral and become sad.
His actions spoke louder than my words
Ever could.
So I go into a bathroom
And cry.
For the first time since
high school.
And I can feel the icy hand of my depression like a vice on my
skull
I fight off my thoughts but the grip tightens.
I remember those who betray me and don’t really care and those
that
would leave me once again
In a bathroom stall.
I am powerful.
I am strong.
One day I will kick that door down again
But right now.
The grip is too strong.
So here I will remain.
In a bathroom stall.
“I'm 19. I'm going to school for acting. I read comic books, watch a lot of movies, and write. I've often felt like an outcast. I've had to deal with some stuff, and art has really helped me. I'm not always the girl I show in my poem, but my insecurities do grab me sometimes.”
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“Tiny Talks”
By Karissa Thurn
Tiny talks
Little wind
A smile to start the end
Small whispers
A grudge
In my heart I know we’re just friends
He’s worried we’ll be
Something too amazing
The stars shine
But we’re both just spacing
Is this what you want?
Because in my mind I overthink
I'm worried your heart will start to shrink
But maybe,
I’ll be enough
But maybe,
We’re just drunk on the
Tiny talks
Little winds
A smile to start the end
“I'm 14. I love writing, painting, and doing theatre with my two best friends, Jack and Will. This poem is/was about a boy I met over the summer and gained a crush on. I was madly in love, but then he stopped talking to me. I was upset and hurt (still kinda am).
