Poems from Joanna Castellan
They say you are who you are
And the world does not make you
You are who you want to be
You are what you're good at
You are you -- and no...
I stay up late each night
Dashing through school tasks
Being distracted now and then
A tempting pull
To abandon the path
I always comply...
The chill hurtles towards you
Slicing your body
Dissolving you into nothing but hard, hard ice
It strips you off everything you have ever...
Silence so loud it screams in your ear
Ringing inside your head like a never-ending screech
Echoing through the mountains of your mind...