A Moral famine

A small poem on how I feel as a teenage girl with a small analysis on the poems meaning

I’m different
A rare species of teenage girl hidden by ‘friends’.
These friends would think me to be
the same, they can’t see beyond the bodybag
they shoved me in.
I could never confide in them of my difference,
they would burn my flesh upon a social stake
and point their scorched fingers in my face.
Accusing me of seeking attention and lying,
insisting I’m just like the rest.
See my genetic mutation causes me to care,
a rare phenomenon in the youth of today.
I care, and I care a lot.
Almost as if that lonely child is still within me
steering my morals,
forcing me to be kind,
torturing me with standards,
building me into a disgusting friendly abomination.
No wonder they shoved me in a bodybag.
I’m different.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[RomaJ]

Haidee, this poem is intensely personal and raw, and I really admire your courage in expressing how it feels to be different as a teenager. The imagery is striking. The “bodybag” metaphor, the “social stake,” and “scorched fingers” immediately convey isolation, judgment, and emotional pain.

You’ve done a great job of letting the reader feel your experience rather than just telling it. Feeling such intensity, frustration, and the sense of being different is completely normal for your age.

Writing like this is a powerful way to process those feelings and make sense of them.

Remember, this phase will pass and will eventually balance out as you grow. Your sensitivity and empathy, the qualities that make you feel so deeply, are strengths that will stay with you.

Keep expressing yourself through writing or art, and don’t be afraid to share your perspective with those who will understand and appreciate it. Your voice is unique, and your experiences matter.