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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Hi, I’m Sumati Varma and I’m a 14 year old ambivert. I have a soft spot when it comes to art, especially poetry and highly respect authors. My poetry usually comes from the darker, deeper aspect of life. My thought process and writings come from people who are suffering or are in pain but can’t find the words to express themselves. So I thought maybe I can do it for them.



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