I wrote this poem just now; it's meant as a dialogue between a "normal" teen and me. Yes, it was based off an imagined conversation with a specific friend, but most of these interchanges have not actually taken place.
The World That Hurts
�The waving grasses, lush and thick.�
(The needles that slice past my feet.)
�The loud music that makes us dance.�
(The sound waves�HURT!�wash over me.)
�High school basketball: school spirit.�
(Huge booms that cause me pain for days.)
�The gorgeous woods dressed up for fall.�
(It hurts even to think of them.)
�Whatever you want; follow your dreams.�
(Oh, how deeply I wish I could!)
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