Questions Of A Teenage Girl Poem by Linda Claire

Questions Of A Teenage Girl



I have so many questions.
But who may I ask?
Not Mommy, not Daddy.
They wouldn't understand.
My friends? They would just
Try to make me feel better.

Am I a good person?
Kind and sweet?
Is my judgement okay?
Am I a good citizen?
Am I loved?
And where, oh where,
Is my inspiration?

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