Teenager: Original Poetry by a Fifteen Year Old Boy

Blanket

Adolescent flesh met by a metal razor focuses her mind

Like her favorite blanket, she covers herself with the pain of each slice.

Attention whore, or internal war?

And she waits until sunrise, but refuses to remove her blanket

So tightly wrapped only scars remain when she is exposed

And without her fabric, there is nothing to cover her

So she joins the ones in the sky who never let go of their beloved cloth