How I Felt When I Was Fourteen by Diane Paley DavisId been spending my life inside a glass jar,
Watching the world from within,
Shouting out loud, though not to be heard
Through the walls which surrounded me.
No one was able to touch me
Through these walls I dwelt within.
If they could theyd feel how I trembled
From wanting to be free
To breathe the air of companionship,
To know how it feels to be loved.
But nobody bothered to hear my cries,
Because nobody really cared.
01/10/2006 Author's Note: Another one written many years ago. The title is self-explanatory.
Posted on 01/11/2006 Copyright © 2025 Diane Paley Davis
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