sometimes they don’t see
the reality in our words or think about
the ordinary nights we
sit at our desks and type away on another
blank document;

it’s not all fancy journals or
the latest font trends—but maybe
a dash of our favorite songs
and dim lights to set the mood;

usually there is no extra
midnight black eyeliner
or chipped nail polish,
or even those 13 piercings and red contacts,

most of the time they don’t see
the reality between the letters
or the ordinary kid with the ordinary
laptop—

not quite true rebels but not quite real adults
just kids with
lip-sealed secrets.