13
13
You're sitting at a desk
You don't remind anyone
it's fine if they forget
But now i wish i had -
had reminded someone,
and they had told me
a bit of how it's all done
All these preconceived notions,
mess up our thoughts,
tell us all the wrong things about
who we are and we're not
Media avoids the things that hurt most,
cause there's no big happy ending,
we just move on and cope
13
people are staring,
but you know they aren't caring
they aren't even looking.. you
just made that up
and yet you can't stop
tensions spiral high,
imagined hate judgement pride
you wake up and you cry and it's brushed off because you're
13
and you're trying something new,
brushstrokes and splatters, probably too much blue
but it doesn't matter because you feel like.. you?
here's a label- some way to fit in,
painter, weirdo, art kid
but hey you know you like singing too,
and science and writing
and building something new
ok so you really don't fit in a box but we'll sand off some edges- like collecting rocks.
who needs to know you like fashion or hikes, just hide behind the big useful stereotypes
and we’ll shove you in there,
wear cool clothes tame your hair
Hide your flaws and you’ll see, this is who you want to be
Right?
13
Why do we care.
It’s not really about your clothes or your hair
Or because we don’t fit in
It’s because deep down within,
You don't know who you are,
Why not?
Because you're
13
Actually.. 14 now,
And we’re all still figuring it out
But most of us have realized that, it’s ok if we don't know
Who we are yet.
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