Posted in Poetry

Gen Z’s Promise

In high school, mental illness is a joke we tell to hide the fact that we need therapy. 

Counselors are our free trial therapists
But we caution, “don’t say too much”
Or else they’ll know we really need help

Instead of parents
We turn to our friends
Therapists that need their own therapy 

We cry for help
While holding back 
Because we don’t want to be a burden

We drown in responsibilities
And pretend we’re okay

Laughing about our absent fathers
While we act as the second adult 

We’re not okay. 

No one should dread going home
Or break down over grades that shouldn’t matter
But parents put too much pressure 
Because they care. 

They protect our future
While forgetting our present
We love them 
While crying ourselves to sleep 
Because as much as we love, we despise 

The perfect catalyst for change

We promise to be better
Better than our parents
Better than how we are now

We make promises to our futures 
We’ll live our lives, not our parents’ 
We’ll work to love our partners, make soulmates 
We won’t weigh down our children with expectations 
We’ll cherish them 

And if the point comes where we’re not okay again
We’ll know when to stop.

We won’t burden our children with our problems
We’ll go to therapy
And heal  

We promise to be better
To be the change that we want to see
To break the cycle that we got caught in 
When our parents’ parents cared too much too

This is our promise. 

~ calista

Posted in Poetry

Questionable Physics Classes

Freshman year 
Period 3 Physics
With Mr. Sneeze
Quite questionable to say the least

We jumped from
To health 
Then to social studies

Star wars
Video games
And social beliefs?!

Centripetal force?
Cocaine in hospitals?!
Half of us would have been dead in the medieval century?!

In this class
We were sports announcers
Roller coaster designers
And confused out of our minds!

We found physics 
In self defense
And stop lights?

But overall
It was fun 
With outrageous conversations

I guess it was questionable 
But worked all the same
Because I can still tell you
How to find the velocity of a flying airplane.


P.S. Image is mine. A picture of my own 9th grade physics homework.

Posted in Poetry

Failure and Midnight

The perfect time to overthink and become disappointed. 

Small mishap away from the perfect grade. 

In myself and stupid mistakes.
Myself from sadness with homework and music. 


Posted in Poetry

High School Relationships

High school relationships 
Now that's something 
I'd never do

The drama
And clinging
Just makes me want to go,

Friends disappear
For days at a time
And come running back
When they've got a problem on their mind

The tears and break-ups 
That's a normal thing
But seriously in high school
Everyone seems to just want a fling

Now let me tell you 
Something I'd never do
Relationships in high school. 

I had a lot of fun with this poem. Please don’t get offended if you are in a high school relationship. This is just how I view relationships at my school.

~ hiddengirl75

Posted in Poetry


To say 
I'm not very opinionated 
To start with
Is not the truth
I have much to say 
But words escape me
My mind goes blank 
And I hold my tongue
Assuming things
You fill the blanks
And say
Well you're not very opinionated to begin with
But you've only seen
A part of me
A part that's grown
Or better yet,
As school has taught me 
To hold my tongue.

~ hiddengirl75


A Piece of Wisdom

Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.

Maggie Smith
Posted in Talking Story

Gingerbread House Construction … 🏗

In the Christmas spirit right after exam week, my friends and I decided to have a gingerbread building competition. It was so much fun and it was really relaxing right after exams. Hopefully it becomes one of our friend groups traditions.

Choose your fighter, lol.

Worm Invasion
Poptart Roof
Silver Snow
Rainbow Madness
Mafia House

My friends and I would love for you to give feedback on your favorite house or houses.

Behind the Scenes

Cornucopia of Supplies in the Middle
Pikachu Surprised Face

I had so much fun with this, I hope I’ll be able to post another gingerbread building next year.

Until we meet again…

~ hiddengirl75

P.S. Sorry for the horrible quality photos the lighting was not the best lol.

Posted in Poetry


Why are you stressed?
They ask.

You shouldn't be.
They say.

So then you pretend.
Pretend you're not.
Not stressed.
There's no reason to be.

But why can't I?
Is it a reserved emotion?
Signed with:
Upper Classmen ONLY.

You're a freshman.
It's easy.
They say.


You're in all my classes
It's so easy.

Apparently it's so easy.
But then ... why am I stressed?
I have NO REASON to be. 

My exams have ended yay!

~ hiddengirl75

P.S – I’m not entirely sure but I think this post is best viewed on computer, as the block I used doesn’t seem to work on mobile devices (phones, tablets.) So sorry, and thank you.