User blog:Twilightslastgleaming/Teen Angst Poetry Corner

Found this one in a box of old things :P from the date(year only), I was 14 or 15 at the time.

things that shouldn't be are in my head

a screaming utterance of a regrettable past

preconceived notions of a foregone conclusion

baron wasteland of unyielding sorrow be my bane

a rupture in the pretext of my blind disillusionment

count down into the fathoms of my sea of trepidation

wrest the fading dreams from the desperate clutches of my tattered mind, and nullify the last remaining hope of sanity, clarity, and contentment