I first started writing poetry last year during a school class. I had two of my favorite teachers teaching it, and their writing inspired me to write poetry. We spent a week on poetry, and in the course of that week I wrote my first poem. This is it: 

My fingers bleed from the smoke in your lungs
for the unsolved equation 
for the unspoken tongues 
My fingers bleed from the tightness of my chest 
for the pitiful looks
from the early life molest
The skin will peel and the blood will burn and the stains will show my many concerns
about You 
You, whose arms wrap around infinity trying to comfort all who need warmth
You, whose unbalanced brain is beginning to worn and yet my fingers bleed 
because I follow you like a sheep follows its shepherd
My fingers bleed so that my arm does not
My fingers bleed because I use my blood as a mirror 

I am very happy with this poem, but have not shared it with many people, so I hope you enjoyed it!