This poem has two parts. I wrote the second part like a month after the first part. Any and all comments are apprecated.

Alone in a dark and crowded room, People pass but they do not see me.
Invisible,
That is what I am.
People talk and laugh, I try to join but they do not hear me.
Silents,
That is what I am.
People leave I try to go with but they do not know, the door shuts.
Trapped,
That is what I am.
Alone in a dark and lonely room,
What am I?
I'm the heart of a teenager alone and forgotten.


Outside the door of the dark and lonely room, I wait.
What am I?
I hear the cry and knock on the door.
What am I?
The cry continues and I continue to knock.
What am I?
Many times I knock, many times the cry continues.
What am I?
The cry stops the door opens, I smile and enter.
What am I?
I laugh, I smile, I talk, I listen. The cry is no more.
What am I?
I am the voice of God in the heart of the no longer alone and forgotten teenager.