words, fourteen
It barely covers it just to say "its hard"
You're sorta sparked, feel new
and almost obsessed with this concept of you
A sharpened pencil, dog-eared books
and getting those disgusted looks
that you've learned to ignore
almost like those damn hormones making you sore
Do you know these people? If so, how come?
Are you just being self-centered to be wanting some?
Maybe its exaggerating; yes it can be great
But what if you're the one late?
More stuff to keep up with
Is this how everyone wants you to live?
Uncertainties and crying on the floor
Next day is just more and more
Guitar picks and 20-dollar bills
Learning about how drugs kill
Excluding circles, laughing at so-called jokes
so much love, you almost feel soaked
but then that's cheesy and stupid
like unnecessary fights with your bestest bud
Plugged in all day, going with the flow
I guess we're all just trying to figure it out
Wanting to lie in the grass that we have to mow
The drama too overdone, the stereotypes too loud
in our muchly-written-about teenage lives
1 comment:
For the love of.... Amelia you are an amazing poet, no joke. That was so good! Like, anyone could relate and it totally flowed, and just wowwww!! Good job!!
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