When writing poetry as a teenager you struggle to see behind the hormones and unnecessary emotions that prevent the true writing potential. Over the past five years, I have ignored this issue and indulged my angst-ridden mind in writing poetry that is full of clichés and disorganised points and meanings. I wanted to share these poems, however, as it shows a stage of my life where nothing mattered and I just exaggerated the truth for the fun of it. There are no rules here. No one is in control of this. My writing was fuelled by my past, and even though I have moved on from all that and I concentrate on the present and the future, the past still deserves a voice.
These poems are not about anyone in particular and none of them include my actual feelings.