In my pictures I am a teen.

I am a figure of your imagiation,

A personification of your nightmare.

I am as rebellious as I should

And as loud as I can.

I party and sleep 

And my feelings aren't real deep.

My car is great

But I can't drive straight. 

My clothing will shock you,

And my attitude dislikes you.

I am a teen.

 

Am I really a teen? 

I read books before bed

And remember words never said.

I have fought many battles

All in my head,

Lost so many,

That I should be dead

But I am a teen. 

 

My scars will astound you, 

And you would have not known

How happy little me

Can have such a troubled soul. 

 

I am begining to win

Most of my fights,

But you would not have noticed

Behind a screen so bright. 

 

This is the real me

A broken little girl,

Behind the photos of smiles

I've shared with the world.

 

This is who I am

An unfortunate being,

Fighting for the life

I am already living.

 

The photos will fade, 

The videos will too, 

My charade will end

And so should yours.

 

We are the human race, 

So fagile and lovely.

The filters makes us better,

But why hide our ugly?

I have come to know

The story of few,

Who's pictures decieved me

Like mine did to you.

 

I do not own a car,

Or wear clothes too revealing.

I am very quiet 

But I know what I am feeling.

I know who I am

Behind all the shots.

I am a regular teen,

Not as perfect as you thought.