Dear Duval,
John Knowles says that 16 is the perfect age to be. I don’t agree. Being 16 right now is the pits. It can’t get any worse!
There’s a little monster eating my soul.
It hurts an anguish I can’t foretell.
It starts from my stomach
then goes to my throat
there it stays
and stays
and stays.
Tears can’t come out.
I’m in a cage.
No.
I’m in a box.
I can’t breath!
Help! Let me out!
The monster is engulfing my body,
my mind,
my soul.
The monster is …
what?!
I can’t explain.
It’s too complex!
I’m in a whirlpool of
mixed emotions.
The monster is me.
The monster is the whirlpool.
The monster is YOU.