Teen Talk

September/October 2002

Therapy Anyone?
by Raquel Gonzalez

Come. Hear the screams of a dozen teenage hearts. Witness the ceremonious release of reality. Writing for one moment of freedom. They bare their souls so that you catch a glimpse of what it’s like to be-Lost, Angry, Hurt, Homicidal, Heartbroken, Guilty, Suicidal, Confused, Lonely…
-us.

Come, Feel the confessions of poetic children who have experienced far more that is tolerable. Each new testimony of life’s insanely cruel tendencies pounding virgin ears with Earth-shattering truths. Avenge the rape of society! Grab your thoughts, gather a pen and notebook! We will kill the pain! We will slay the Fear! We will prevail! Let no misery live! Happiness will reign! Crown the victor “contentment.” Come. See the instant that all anxieties disappear.

The moment when nothing matters more than applause and hugs and friendly empathy. Just to tell your story is all you seek. Just to rid your tired soul of this stain so that it can be replaced by another. Saying all the things you’d say to him if he were here. Screaming at her like you’d do if you had the courage. Telling us because they won’t listen. Revealing what you refuse to tell just anyone. Come, feel the eyes eager to sense familiar tales of desperation. Blinded to your faults. Concerned only with self-expression. Your release is here. Your past is here. Your present is here. Your family is here. WE are here.
Therapy Anyone?

Schizophrenic Personnel
by Jennifer R. Confalone

Our friends gather
Into a group
That psychiatrists would love to get their hands on
Not brought together by race, family or religion
We celebrate our diversity
And revel in the one thing we share
A Voice
We speak what we feel
And feel everything that we want
Our sanity may be in question
But we are alive because we share in that one thing
An ability to feel

A Solo for Greg
by Raquel Gonzalez

Trace your face
And find a warm heart,
A kind smile,
And eyes I could get lost in
Nothing at all…
Except the way I want to be in your arms
Lingering in your presence to absorb nervous conversation
Morality floating in your mind
While you float in mine
Empathy connected us first
hope of happiness is now my binding force.

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