"I’m Natalie, a 17 year old freelance journalist and writer. As a way to cope with trauma, I’ve used writing for the past decade of my life to express myself, whether it be through a poem, an article piece or a short story. I see it as an art form and a way to relieve my built up anxiety. What I hope to accomplish through sharing my writing is to relate to others who have felt the same emotional scarring, regardless of the cause. I want people to know that no matter what, there is an outlet and an advantage one can gain that comes out of trauma."
I don’t know how to properly use a toothbrush,
I’m the only person in the world unable to conduct this procedure.
Yet I proceed to leisure
Spending my time like anyone else
despite the obstacle that should put me on the fence
yet I proceed to commence
despite this fact
My teeth are still in tact, so how does one react?
How does one respond to another
perfectly normal exterior, looks like every other
person willowing in their filth on this planet.
Does anyone here know how to brush their teeth, dammit?
My teeth will turn into granite
if no one teaches me how to brush my teeth
show me the light
and for once in my life
I would like to do something right.