I don't know why I try to defend myself
When all I get is a turned ear
Its puzzles me that adults think
We'll bend to their wants and demands
Why on earth do teens get treated
Like kids, but need to act grown up?
Exhibit A:
A teen standing up for what they believe?
Oh, please, that's cute.
Kid, what do you wanna be? A football player?
Get back in the playpen.
Anxiety? What a fake!
Learn to pay taxes or burgers you'll bake.
Let's be honest, Let's be real
Adults don't care how we feel.
They only care about our money
They don't care that we're smart, or funny.
In their eyes we are just toys, and that's why
When you see me,
You think you know me.
But you don't know me,
You see society
The way I'm shaped,
What I believe,
You don't know me.
You know who I pretend to be.
You know who I claim to be
So much so that you
See through
What's
Really
Me.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Life Through A Seaglass Lens
PoesiaPoetry- found by many but all so different. This is how I find it, through a camera lens of soft foggy green, a rhyming stanza of all I've seen. I am going to die by my own terms, facing whatever being shaped my soul, weapons out and teeth bared, o...
