Written By Sumati Varma (Grade 9)
I lay alone,
Crying in bed on my phone,
All my passions and talents going to waste,
While the thoughts in my mind raced,
Thinking about why it had to be me,
Who couldn’t be free,
Free enough to follow that fire that raged inside,
Which was slowly extinguished by the tears that I cried,
No matter how bad I wanted to follow it,
I knew that I had to quit,
Quit thinking about what I desired and admired,
Quit being inspired,
And do what my parents and society required.
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Sumati – your writing is extremely deep and moving, especially considering your age.