My Shitty Teen Angst Poetry

Independent

Happy faces surrounding me each day

Strangers I've known my entire life

They don't suspect I smile falsely

Prying eyes watch me, they feel like a knife

All of them want something, either from me or for

None of which I can, or wish, to give

Paths they show me only lead to another closed door

But who are they to tell me how to live

I don't care what they think or have to say

I'll make my own choices and live by them

I'll make my own path, find my own way

There is peace in myself, in others only mayhem

To their thoughts I will never succumb

My own person, this day, I will become