Teen Angst

Throw Out Your Crappy High School Poetry Before You Die

It stinks worse than any teen spirit.

If you find a notebook with this glued inside it, don’t read a word, just destroy

I am grateful to my fourth grade teacher, who told me I was a good writer. Because of her, I wrote constantly. At one point I was a reporter, a job I loved, but it paid squat. However, I also blame that teacher for leading me to believe in myself so much that I…