Poems about Teen Life

Poems about Teen Life

Poems about Life

The adolescent years are turbulent and unsettled. Poems by teens can be so dark that it may be painful for others to read. Mood swings are common, relationships with parents, siblings and friends are full of ups and downs. One day they are your BFF and the next they've turned on you. Constant arguing with parents over boundaries and priorities can make parents look back fondly at even the terrible twos. Love and relationships enter teen's lives for the very first time, choices regarding sexuality, promiscuity, and responsibility are all new. Is it any wonder that teen poetry is so intense?

31 Life as a Teen

  1. 1. The Teenage Years

    I didn't enjoy grades 6 and up. I kept losing friends.

    Poem About Life As A Teen

    We learn from our mistakes,
    From the wrong turns we take,
    From the fake friends we make,
    And from the times we almost break.

    Our mistakes help us grow,
    But at the time, we didn't know.
    We didn't want our weakness to show.
    At the time, we couldn't let them know.

    Our fake friends were there,
    But they didn't actually care
    Our secrets they would share,
    And now as we pass, they just stare.

    Not breaking means you're strong.
    You'd know where you went wrong,
    As if you weren't waiting so long
    To explain yourself, but stay strong.

    So here's to the liars and traitors,
    All the wannabes and haters
    And learning from our mistakes
    And learning to spot the fakes.

    Here's to being a teen
    Live it up, 'cause we're living the dream.

    Poem About Life As A Teen, The Teenage Years

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  3. 2. From A Teenager's Side

    • By Olivia
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016

    I just wrote this poem wondering about my own life, but the situation is quite better now! :)

    Negative Comments Given To Teens

    I hear my mom scream,
    "Bags, books, your comb, and cream
    Scattered on the bed with those jeans.
    This is how you keep your room clean?"
    Do you sometimes forget that I'm a teen?

    I hear my father say,
    "Wake up, get up, and chase your dreams.
    This is the time you should choose your stream.
    Leave your Twitter, songs, and films.
    Don't waste your time in front of a computer screen."
    Well, why don't you understand? I'm a teen.

    I hear my friends complain,
    "We know it's tough, but we have to tell you,
    You can be rude without having any clue.
    It's hard to handle you during your mood swings,
    as you can go crazy 'cause you don't know what you mean."
    Why don't you get it? Like you, I'm a teen.

    I hear people say,
    "OMG! Just look at her size.
    Food and drinks? She will never compromise.
    She should diet, eat carrots and beans
    So she can squeeze into her jeans."
    Why don't you understand? I'm a teen.

    Sometimes I wonder, does anyone say,
    "She is beautiful in her own way.
    She tries her best to achieve something.
    She can be cute and crazy but never mean.
    After all, she is my sweet lil' queen.
    Please try and understand, she is a teen."

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  5. 3. Contradiction

    I wrote this in 2007 when I was a teenager. I am no longer a teenager, but this still remains my favorite poem I've ever written. It was published into my high school yearbook.

    Two Sides Of Who I Am

    So full of deceit,
    My life's a contradiction.
    One day it's reality,
    The next one it's fiction.

    I'm lost without reason
    Because I made it so
    To increase the complexity
    And force myself to grow.

    I'm so full of life today,
    But tomorrow it dies.
    I'm so full of optimism,
    But a pessimist cries.

    The two extremes of who I am
    Are what I hate to be.
    I’m so scared to waste it,
    Then scared to run free.

    Can I live it day by day,
    Or do I even dare?
    I'm so full of wonder now,
    But tomorrow I won't care.

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  6. 4. Hockey

    • By Erica
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2017

    I am a teenager who has been secretly writing poetry since I was in fourth grade. I never told anyone about my poetry because most of the things I wrote about were very private. This is the first poem I have ever shown anyone. I am new at being a teenager, and I am on the journey to discovering myself. My dad took me to one NHL game, and from the moment it started I knew this is what I was born to do, so I wrote this poem to express that emotion. I love hockey, and I hope you love my poem.

    Sports Fan's Love Of The Game

    From the very first moment I saw them all,
    I knew that this was who I wanted to be.
    With my eyes wide open, looking around,
    "Does everyone else see what I see?"

    This is my life. It means the world to me.
    This is my love, who I'm meant to be.
    This is the calling of my destiny
    This is me.
    Hockey.

    I sit on the porch and think of that night.
    I was standing so close to fame.
    He looked at me. I swear he glanced.

    This is so much more than a game.

    With a spray of snow and a spit on the ice,
    He took the faceoff with pride.
    He didn't even look back twice
    As he flew to the offending side.

    He passed it to Skinner who handled the puck
    And carried it up the seam.
    I pressed my eyes shut, just hoping for luck
    And then I heard the crowd scream.

    I jumped in unison with the crowd.
    Sirens blasting the stadium dome.
    I'd never heard anything quite so loud.

    I knew I was finally home.

    Hockey has been in me all along.
    I just needed to know my own name,
    To be able to see it was calling ME,

    To see this is more than a game.

    So I've said it before, and I'll say it again.
    I'd tell the whole world without shame
    This is the calling that comes from my heart.

    This will always be more than a game.

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  7. 5. Came From A Seed

    • By Sheehan Desjardins
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    I wrote this poem for my social class, comparing it to how slavery was hundreds of years ago. I wanted to show that how slaves were treated was unfair, and it was hurtful, although the people at the time didn't notice it, like us with weeds.

    Each Person Is Important

    I stand here in the field alone;
    I'm a dandelion with no home.
    The people never water me.
    They say, "That's no flower, just a weed."
    But underneath the "just a weed,"
    I am still a life that came from a seed.
    I am not that different from a rose or a daisy,
    But still people will call me lazy.
    America's not where I'm supposed to be,
    But people brought me here; I am not free.
    You say I'm stupid, you say I'm dumb,
    You poison me, so I feel numb.
    I'm like a slave, no one cares.
    I'm still a flower that's everywhere.
    If I were a rose, you'd hold me tight,
    Bring me home, show me the light.
    A rose has thorns, I don't understand.
    A rose is hurtful when held in a hand.
    I have no thorns; I'm as soft as can be,
    But you still hurt, poison, and step on me.
    You brought me here years ago,
    On big ships filled with cargo.
    If you hated me so much, then why
    Did you take me away so I could die?
    I used to feel special; people used to care.
    I was treated like other flowers, I was treated fair.
    But in America, I'm sad, confused, and lonely.
    All I ever wanted was someone to hold me,
    But I guess I was wrong. I guess that's not right.
    Why hold a dandelion? A rose is a prettier sight.
    Please remember that underneath the "just a weed"
    I am still a flower...I still came from a seed.

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  8. 6. Fairytale Girl

    • By Annabel Lee Winters
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2016

    I thought of this poem after watching a romantic movie with my friends. I was making fun of it the whole time while they were intensely watching. I really love this poem; it's probably the best I've ever written.

    Being Secure With Who You Are

    I'm not that girl who's loved by all.
    Don't wear dresses or go to balls.
    I'm not the kind who likes to sing.
    Don't dream of wearing a diamond ring.

    I've watched the movies
    A hundred times.
    Promises of a tall, dark,
    And handsome
    Boy in disguise.

    But I know there's more out there
    Waiting for me.
    My dreams come in
    A different variety.

    My blue jeans,
    My sneakers,
    My hopes and dreams
    Have a fairytale ending
    Just for me.

    So goodbye Cinderella,
    'Cause I'm on a roll.
    Don't need a prince charming
    To have or to hold.

    The way I am is perfect,
    No doubt in my mind.
    I'm different, I guess,
    And I guess I don't mind.

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  9. 7. Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

    • By Madelyn F. Lanier
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 25, 2022

    This poem is about how girls are often taken for granted and corrected, regardless of how hard we try. This often stems into insecurity that sticks with us for the rest of our lives. Everything I mention in this poem is something most girls have thought about, some time or another. Everyone is perfect the way they are! Jesus loves you! Remember that you are a daughter of the King!

    A Poem About Unhealthy Expectations For Women

    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    I have an inquiry, it's not at all small

    Cinderella, tall and fair,
    Does she ever worry about her skin or her hair?

    Oh, Snow White, fairest in the land,
    Does she get insecure about her arms or her hands?

    Beautiful Aurora, sweet, yet not witty,
    Does she cringe when people say, "Well, at least you're pretty"?

    Kind and smart Belle, always stuck in a book,
    Does it hurt when they say, "Women should just clean and cook"?

    Elsa, the ice queen with a loving sister,
    Does she scoff when people say, "You need a mister"?

    Warrior Mulan, courageous and strong,
    Is she ever told, "Be more ladylike, you're sitting wrong"?

    Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
    Does she ever wonder if people even care?

    Do they ever find fault in their thighs or their hips?
    Do they ever critique their nose or their lips?

    I'm not a flawless princess, not a picture of perfection
    I'm a normal, modern girl left with criticism and correction.

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  10. 8. Who Am I?

    • By Bayley N. Pate
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2019

    Being a teenager is hard; you go through so many life-changing situations that change a lot about you. The whole time you go through these things you're trying to find who you really are. This explains how I felt trying to find myself and trying to escape everyone else's expectations.

    Poem About An Identity Crisis

    I try to be the good girl,
    The girl who has it all together,
    But I'm not.

    I'm the girl crumbling into pieces trying to find herself,
    The girl who isn't sure who she is but knows what she has to be,
    But that isn't the real me.

    The real me wants to escape from that trapped box of everyone's expectations.
    It seems impossible.
    I want to find me.

    But it seems to be the hardest thing that can be.
    Who I am is up to me, but you see,
    No one seems understand that part of me.

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  11. 9. Life Is Worth A Try

    This is a poem I wrote about how trials are actually good for people here on Earth. I wrote this poem to give advice to those who are having a hard time in life. This was inspired by the many trials and afflictions that I face daily, and the content in the poem is what I tell myself constantly when I face them.

    Poem About The Necessity Of Trails

    Along this huge labyrinth
    That we call life,
    You will face great trials,
    Adversity, and strife.

    Now pay attention,
    Because life is tough.
    I have a few words
    To help you face bad stuff.

    My message is that
    When the going is rough,
    There is still a lot of hope,
    Even though life is tough.

    Follow your heart!
    Stay safe and secure,
    Because darkness can strike
    When you are unsure.

    Although the world's dark,
    There's still much light!
    Even though it may seem
    As though life's a huge fight.

    Amid all the trials,
    Life really is neat.
    You are here to learn,
    Which is quite a treat!

    You will go through hard times,
    As everyone should,
    Because without all the bad,
    How can we know good?

    If our lives were easy,
    If we couldn't fall,
    And without all the trials,
    Will we learn at all?

    The answer is no.
    The trials are there
    To help us grow stronger
    And to help us prepare

    For what glory we'll gain
    After we die.
    Though the trials are hard,
    Life is worth a try!

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  12. 10. Blank Paper

    • By Kym Nunn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014

    I am in my teens and had a very hard time at school in my younger years. My mother and counselor have helped me deal with it. All the kids I know have found their special talent but me. My English teacher gave us homework to write a poem. I have never written a poem in my life, but just maybe I have found my special thing. I've learned now when I'm sad or upset to sit down in quiet spot with a blank piece of paper and just write things down until I feel better.

    Poem About Writing Poetry

    A piece of colored paper,
    with no dialogue or animation,
    can strike a drawer's
    or writer's utter fascination.

    When an extra hand comes in contact,
    with a rectangle that is clear,
    as taping a pencil stresses,
    to think of an idea.

    With so many different options,
    that might all be the same,
    when they are all put together,
    it could just have a name.

    But if tried a little harder,
    to think of what to write,
    then just maybe the page,
    won't forever stay white.

    A page can hold secrets,
    that many try to find,
    though will never be found,
    unless you use your mind.

    It could have a certain type of meaning,
    that a teacher tries to test,
    with changes here and there,
    so the students have no rest.

    A page can be a canvas,
    to the drawers with a need,
    to take out their emotions,
    so their mind can be freed.

    But just one little mistake,
    just one little tear,
    ssrrcchh goes the canvas,
    one less picture for a fair.

    A page can be a story,
    for writer determination,
    to inspire many children,
    with great imagination.

    They can be about heroes,
    that have armor as shiny as the sun,
    that fight medieval dragons,
    until every deed is done.

    Many people have trouble,
    when they are given the chance,
    it's only for areas on,
    so your skills can be enhance.

    A blank sheet in front of you,
    is a great possible thing,
    if you just use your imagination,
    who knows what it will bring.

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  13. 11. Those Hunting Eyes

    • By Alfred E.
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    This poem is about the agony of a virgin girl who is being hunted after by so called lovers, they goes with banquet of flattering and deceits, and return with her flower of pride (virginity) and dignity.

    The Agony Of A Virgin Girl

    Eyes of my admirers afar are near,
    they sees in me a maiden rose,
    they spied as I emerge at the sea-shore,
    bathing my feet and hairs
    Eyes of my admirers are by and here,
    counting my beads,
    eyeing as I grow each teat,
    they kneels as I bend and stretch when I turn
    As I solo my voice in the air like birds of desert trees,
    they drawn nearer to hunt,
    hunting my shadow,
    until they taste of me they rest not
    They chorused my beauty abroad,
    this one, they say is goddess and pure,
    must be from sea or fallen from heaven
    whatever is her price they've sworn to pay
    With glitter'n and glitz they proposed to love till death,
    till this virgin root is cut-off,
    wallowing in the belly of these hunters,
    till my rose be no more red,
    then eyes of my admirers will dim.

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  14. 12. The Life Of A Teenage Girl

    • By Elise
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012

    I'm a teenage girl, and I thought I'd write this poem based on how my Mum said she felt, after I struggled at school and kept it to myself, I've never wrote a poem before, but I'd like to write many more. Thanks x

    Look how she's changed,
    Look how she's grown,
    The personality changes
    I should have known

    The make up she wears,
    Each day it gets thicker
    Why is she doing this?
    To grow up quicker?

    The days she comes in
    She runs to her room
    Is it really possible,
    Too feel so much gloom?

    The tears in her eyes,
    Her heart as it breaks
    She will learn to realize
    Her minor mistakes

    I cuddle her in
    I miss times like this
    The young girl that smiled
    My gorgeous 'Little miss'
    Now her dancing, and prancing
    The games we did play
    Her sorrow, it drifts memories
    So many miles away

    I call her down
    As I do each time
    To ask her to share with me
    The troubles of her prime

    The response was different
    To the one I used to know
    She stared up at me
    She was beginning to let go

    The stories she told
    The rumours she'd heard
    No wonder my princess
    Had not said a word

    The thing she said next
    Opened my eyes
    To a world I'd never known
    A world of hurt and hated and lies

    'Mum' she said
    As the tales unfurled
    'This is the life,
    Of a Teenage Girl'

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  15. 13. How Hard Life Can Be Rap

    • By Maxwell Horwitz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014

    This is a rap I wrote about how hard life can be for guys. I give advice in the rap on how to deal with tough situations, and how to ask a girl out and be a good guy to a girl you love. I hope you enjoy the rap.

    Advice from A Guy Poem

    Well I'm here to tell you about how hard life can be,
    It's a really challenging game as you can see,
    There are bullies and obstacles along the way,
    You even have to go to school every day,
    Life is hard because boys play it rough,
    Those little jerks think they're really tough,
    But they're really weak and really crazy,
    I feel like crying because they all think I'm lazy,
    But I'm the smartest student in the whole wide nation,
    Meeting the girl of my dreams is a sensation,
    Life is hard for me because girls play it hard,
    It's almost like playing a deck of cards,
    You don't know if you'll win or lose,
    I guess for the pretty girls I'll have to choose,
    Life is hard because it's hard to catch a date,
    Before you know it it's already too late,
    I really hope some day I catch a girl at the movies,
    And maybe eat together and have some smoothies,
    Life is hard because you don't know who you'll meet,
    It's like a surprise because it's only sometimes a treat,
    You don't know if your girl will be smoking,
    When a girl rejects my offer you know I'd be choking,
    Life is hard because you need to get a job,
    You need a hot girl, a big house, and corn on the cob,
    If you don't get rich then you'll be poor and die,
    Your girlfriend after that will just cry,
    As a kid you always have to go to school,
    If you don't catch a date then you aren't cool,
    Be warned that being nice is the key to success,
    Treat people how they want and you'll get to see a hot dress,
    Staying calm and friendly is the main rule,
    Asking a girl out nicely is a neat tool,
    Being yourself is your number one goal,
    If you don't act good you'll get a lump of coal,
    Always hug and kiss the girl that you like,
    Just make sure to buy her a big pink bike,
    So be nice and happy and you'll have a great time,
    Have a happy life I'm done with the rhyme.

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  16. 14. It Gets Old

    • By Majorz3
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2012

    I just wrote this poem because I woke up one day and just said, "Back to the old routine." I just wanted to try something new and get all these old thoughts off my mind. So that's why I wrote this poem.

    I wake up this mornin',
    Mom's yellin' at me.
    God what do I do,
    That makes her so unhappy.

    I put on my clothes,
    Get ready for school.
    Listen to the teachers
    Say "Follow The Rules."

    I mean..It gets old,
    On how it's always this and that.
    Just leave me alone,
    What you're saying's gettin' wack.

    One day this girl asked me,
    Why you actin' so funny?
    I said "Because,"
    People here are jokes to me.

    People always say "Follow your dreams!!"
    Even though they don't care.
    And what if it's not a dream?
    What if it's a nightmare?

    To me it's whatever,
    I'll do what I was told.
    But to be honest,
    It's just getting old.

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  17. 15. I'm A Girl Too

    I am a tomboy. But I am a girl too.

    Poem By A Tomboy

    I'm a tomboy, that is true,
    But at the same time I am still a girl too.
    Just because I don't express my feelings,
    Doesn't mean I don't have any, because I do.
    I may not be open with my emotions,
    But I get happy, sad, and angry just like you,
    Except I am better at hiding them than you.
    You might never see me cry,
    But that doesn't mean I don't shed the same tears everyone else does.
    Just because I dress like a boy
    Doesn't mean I act or think like one too.
    A sports lover I am indeed,
    But I love other things too.
    The majority of my friends are male,
    But I sometimes wish I had a girl friend too.
    I was born a tomboy, that's all I have ever known.
    But sometimes people forget that I am a girl too.

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  18. 16. You Say You Know Me

    • By Haley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2011

    just a bunch of dumbo jumbo I never get to say....I wish someone would ask me what's wrong, instead of sitting there

    I love the pain it brings me,
    I don't know why
    The pain is my pleasure,
    as I sit there and cry.

    Cry myself to sleep,
    I wake up to an annoying beep.
    The beep of my alarm.
    Waking me from my dream

    My dreams, my own personal wonderland.
    I love it there
    I can actually be happy and free.
    Without the chains of depression dragging me down.

    People say I'm the happiest person they know.
    Always bubbly and free.
    But I guess they don't know me.

    My mask, the one I've been carrying since as long as I can remember,
    Has been there for me. The one thing I can count on.
    I fake my emotions.
    As I have been for the past 13 years.

    13 years of sorrow
    tears
    pain
    fears

    13 years of lies,
    I wish I could just say goodbye.
    Goodbye to it all.

    I'm done,
    it's over.
    I hate what I've become.
    what I choose to be done isn't up to me
    I've never gotten to choose who I want to be.

    I love the pain it brings me,
    I don't know why
    The pain is my pleasure,
    as I sit there and cry.

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  19. 17. It's A Girl's Life

    • By Brianna Temple
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This poem is dedicated to all the girls. Just being a girl.

    Life As A Teen Girl Growing Up

    We are all girls,
    Together the same -
    We are also different, yet alike
    There is no one to blame.

    From fairy tales to puberty,
    Being ourselves is our duty.

    From books to boys,
    No longer toys.

    Life's what we make it
    There's no need to fake it.

    Crazy, funny, happy, sad
    It's a girl's life -
    It's good and bad.

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  20. 18. City Of Lost Angels

    • By Jennifer Ponce
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2010

    I wrote this poem when I was thinking about the place where I live, and I noticed how bad it is. Hope you enjoy it

    Jennifer Ponce (14)

    The smell of weed
    Surrounds my street
    The sound of cars
    Never let me sleep

    While I lay down
    I start to drown
    In the thoughts of darkness
    And, bam!
    I wake up
    Someone just got shot

    The street gets closed
    I have nowhere to go
    I stay home
    And just think
    Another life has gone
    In just a blink

    I hate those gangs
    They destroy families
    And mess up my life
    The worse thing is
    That I can't escape it
    I live in Los Angeles
    These are usual things
    And I just have to face them

    Bumper to bumper traffic
    Prostitutes in the corner
    Gangsters outside laughing
    Kids walking with their folders
    Ladies standing next to their baskets
    Selling hot tamales

    This is the place where I live
    The place that's always on the news
    The place full of devils
    Welcome to my city
    Of Lost Angels

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  21. 19. Stagnation

    • By Amanda Welch
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013

    I had never written a poem about how I thought of myself, and when a teacher of mine had asked me to write one I did and she had said, "No this is not what I want. I want something that tells the real Amanda's' story, so try again." So I thought and thought and this is what I came up with. I want to say thank you to my teacher for pretty much forcing me to write about how I truly feel because if I wouldn't or hadn't written this poem I would still be trying to land my 747. But thanks and hope you enjoy.

    Come and take a look behind the curtain..
    Peer under the surface to see things that are dark for certain
    Beneath the coat of smiles and jokes
    Is a dark abyss with the humanity being choked
    Yes I tend to do things sometimes that seem like I'm not correct in the mind.
    It's because I'm so lost and confused, sanity is so hard to find
    I really think at times that I'm going crazy
    And that I'm losing my conscience, when tear jerker stories don't even phase me
    It's crazy that at times I'll make myself cry
    Just so no one can see how numb I am inside
    Everyone seems to have an answer to my problems
    Like they're my psychiatrist, like they're Dr. Phil, they can solve 'em.
    Nobody knows the atrocities I've seen
    The horrible terrible things that even I've dreamed
    I don't say this to get pity or sympathy
    I just want you to know, I just want somebody to see the true me
    To see my struggle to keep this world upright
    To see my constant battle against my demons at night
    To witness the crushing agony of defeat
    When everything constantly falls to pieces around me
    To realize that at times I cling to the best things in my life
    With a death-grip I fight for the things that make me smile
    Anything...just to numb the pain for awhile
    Anything..just to make the world change for awhile
    Anything...just to give me some peace for awhile
    I know I'm an addict, there's no room for denial
    My chemical substances serve as my trial by fire
    Things seem better as I get higher and higher
    The world seems so much farther beneath me
    That it doesn't look right it seems almost surreal to me
    My head is my cell
    And this world is my hell
    But thank God for the chance of happy endings
    Otherwise I wouldn't give it the chance to tell
    And while I'm spilling every thought in my head
    I might as well spill some more until my creativity is dead
    I want to say sorry to the people who put faith in me...
    To the people who thought that this world would never break me
    To the people who hoped that I would do something better
    To all the people who I've disappointed...ever...
    I'm not as strong as you think I am
    I'm not for sure if I have what it takes to be a woman
    I do what I can, but I can't fight who I am
    I know I've messed up your plans, and folded my own hands
    But you have to understand
    I'm doing the best I can
    I know I'm not making the greatest of sense
    But try and read between the lines and you might understand it
    I can hear myself screaming internally
    And why am I filled with such uncertainty?
    It's burning me
    From the inside out
    And one day it will kill me..there is no doubt
    If I don't overcome it...if I don't move past it
    I just wish I knew exactly how to go about it
    I don't know what I mean by any of this
    I'm not even sure if this all even makes sense
    But it's raw, unscripted, and entirely free handed
    My life's a Boeing 747. I hope I can land it...

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  22. 20. Keep Going

    Well, basically this poem has a lot to do with my own struggles that I've been through. I'm only 14, but I've been through a lot, and I'm sure I'm not the only one! Nonetheless, this poem encourages me a lot, to just...keep going! (corny, yes I know, but still)

    Hope can be lost, faith can die.
    Friends can betray you, and family can lie.
    Names can be forgotten, but never faces.
    Infatuation can be fun, but love always wins the races!

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