teen pressure
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I go through the day,
And I don't know who I am.
I don't know who I want to be.
I know what is accepted,
What is expected.
I see what I should be.
Images of what others want for me.
They told her
Not to cry-
As if tears were anything more than
A lifeless bit of memory-
And sent her away.
Eight years later,
The sun still rose and
Her heart still beat to the same
Right here I laid with unknown expectations, my mind was shield from brutality soon to be revealed
In these moments of chaos, my purpose openly appealed, the awakening of inner birth so ready to be outwardly lived
Do this, do that
I walk these halls wondering what will become of me
Who am I and what was I meant for
My peers look up to me, but say horrible things
Put me on the outside of the so-called circle
Isn’t it the funniest thing of how we look at ourselves?
When perfection isn’t perfection
Pretty isn’t what we perceive as pretty
It’s what every one else sees
Everyone’s opinion seems to dominate our own.
Ugly.
The mirror calls me Ugly, Ugly, Ugly.
Beautiful, he says.
So Beautiful.
Tonight, Babe? Today? He says.
No, I say. No.
Pretty, he says. Just pretty.
It’s getting claustrophobic
Between these four walls
That try to kill me every day
Because I won’t give in
It never works, but I get paranoid
Because everyone is watching
Every single move I make
you broke me im not afraid no tears and cries, i am broken by you as u stomp me into no more, you broke me when i gave you my all me, you broke me when i agree with not plea to do as you please you broke me into a shatter of pieces can you repair
I am a teen
They think it’s so easy
We can do whatever we want
No boundaries
No rules
No cares
Easy does not begin to describe what we deal with
Peer pressure
School
Social lives
