The poem below was written by me at 15. While my 15 might've been somewhat different than a typical 15 today, I suppose I might've undergone some of the same teen angst.

So here's a little peek into where I was at the time. Hope you enjoy it.
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Alley Cat

I am a black cat with grey-brown streaks running along my side.
I'm always walking confident yet carefree,
knowing I'm ready to scratch, bite
or kill an opponent.
I land on my feet like a whisper,
green eyes flashing left and right,
taking everything in.
I extend my claws and and tear a piece of thrown out rug to shreds.
It's not the rug I see.
It's the enemy.
In my mind's eye,
I see the enemy.
It is not another cat like myself,
but that cleaned,
combed cat that represents a twisted aspect of life.
That part of life you just want to strangle,
and when you finally do,
you find out a moment too late you have strangled your own self.
For this cat is what you want to be,
but never can.
By strangling that cat,
you guarantee you will stay the way you are.

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This was in the centerfold of a school magazine called "Mindprints", along with three other works, and had a background of a black cat peering out of a window. Hopefully my 15 was indeed very different than what teens today go through, but perhaps this might help or inspire someone today.

In any case, enjoy :o)