Being a Teenager

I’m constantly holding back tears, I hate the lump in my throat,

I wake up, do my makeup, fix my hair, and throw on my coat,

I walk out the door and into the world,

Here I am everyone, just a lost, vulnerable girl,

For you to chew up, spit out, and do as you please,

I am here, in front of you, standing at ease, 

I’m one more of those teens on the verge of self-destruction,

But I hope I can still make it out there with so many deductions,

It’s unreal how many things are spinning around in my head,

Yet I can’t spill them to anyone because everyone thinks I’m mislead,

It’s funny how people can be so quick to judge you when they don’t know you,

And how in an instant everything changes because no one can control you,

I’m just trying to make it by and cope with things, but nobody understands,

They think I’m being a rebellious asshole because I won’t follow commands,

I honestly just need somebody to talk to, confide in, and help me out,

But there’s nobody without an idea of me already in their head, so a friend to talk to? I guess I’ll be without

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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