Teenagers
They say I don't do enough
why they dont know how tuff
It is, not even a bit
sometimes i just want to quit
Im not allowed to say im depressed
they say im blessed
forget emotions, no put those asside
do your homework, dont talk back, they snide
They say i dont understand
so waiting til i do i stand
im segregated because im 17
im just a drama queen
They say make up your mind, while they yawn
im clueless, you people led me on
how am i supposed to choose my life
im just expected to be a wife
Lets run free
toes touching earth and hands touching trees
they say give up those daydreams
internally i scream
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