I'm trying this out
Writing to myself
Dear me,
Miranda
It is ok you had a
Stupid crush and
Kissed in a closet
You didn't know
What was
Happening
In the basement
That feels like a lot
To say, but, maybe it
Is true?
The only people
Responsible are
The guys who
Did it.
Bethany was
A good girl,
And being a good
Girl doesn't stop
Because some guys
Are bad... not bad...
That is a soft word.
Because they were
Flat out evil in their
Choices
And their laugher
It wasn't you
It wasn't me
There is no
Fun land mirror
That could make it be
No matter what people say
Absorb this truth
Ella wouldn't lie to you
And it's ok
You are scared and angry
It has another name too
On the circle of feeling
Grieving.
YOU ARE READING
The Weightless One
Teen FictionEvery bit of food I eat Is turning into more thoughts And what do I do with the thoughts I am too afraid to say? After a party changed everything, Miranda loses her appetite. She is placed in an eating disorder treatment program, where she must be b...
