Teen,
Skinny teen,
Pretty Teen
Crying teenDoesn't mean a thing
If you're a teen
Then it's easy, right?Wrong!
"Stop exaggerating."
"You have it easy"I have it easy?
Ha.
I have it easy?
Is it because I'm cheering
And you see me eating
Well looks can be misleadingYeah, I'm not bleeding,
But I'm proceeding in
Fighting this war every day
Called humanityBecause I'm black,
You assume,
I don't know how to actJust because I lack,
Any scars on my wrist,
Or a simple A on a quiz
Then it's easy for you
To persist,
That I lack any knowledge,
As if my brain,
Does not existI am a teen
Who's truly not into
"All the cool things"
Like drinking or doing drugs
Because well,
To me, that seems to be,
One of the awful stuff,
The most unlawful StuffI mean,
I am a teen,
A crying teen,
A lying teen,
My tears don't need to be
Imprinted on a piece of paper,
That its ink is filled,
With the pigment of my skin,
For you to see,
That I am tired.Teen,
Short teen,
Dork teen,
Won't work teen,
I'm sorry I'm not apart of the "twerk team"
I'm a boring teenBecause the bags under my eyes,
Will not bag up my lies,
And the eyes from which I cry,
Can tell you more,
Then my mouth open wide,
Can yell out,
From the dark nightI am a teen who is stressed out,
A teen who is pressed now,
Because I can't seem to fucking do anything right.I am a teen who's lost motivation
A teen who's Lost determination
A teen who procrastinates,
A teen who sometimes exaggeratesYou say I'm mean
Now that's pretty funny
How you make me this way
Then say I "act like a queen"Like I'm royalty,
And the world revolves around meBut I'm just trying to make you understand that
I'm living in a society
Where my clothes define
Who I am on the inside
And the shoes that I wear
Determines if I get laid TonightI am a teen who is a slut
Because I dated, three guys
In a month,
I am a teen
That you look at with disgust
If my skirt is shortI am a Teen who is a boy,
And only a boy,
Because my penis is supposed to
Dictate how I feel on the inside"Don't tell anyone that you want to be a girl
Because you are a man!"And God forbid me,
If I ever said I wanted to be a manBecause my vagina,
Is now my entire,
Excuse for why I can't feel like a manBut man,
"It's easy!"
Yeah right
"I've been through this"
Yeah rightWhen I say I want to be alone
I don't have an attitude
I'm just going through some stuff right now.And with most of the
Situations I'm dealing with
People always say
"Just get over it"
"Just don't care"But how can one just not care about
Something they low-key do
Care about?How can I,
Just not care about not having friends,
When I really don't want to end up aloneHow can I just stop caring,
About doing something productiveI mean I care but I don't,
I'll Excell,
But then I won't,
Because I always grope,
And whine,
I don't really exerciseBecause I don't know,
Maybe I'm a lying teen,
Who's dealing with things that,
Can be dealt withBut when people ask why I'm,
So quiet,
And why I don't want to,
Come out and hang with them,
I just say
"I'm dealing with some things."I am a teen who needs a break,
A teen who deserves to,
Stay up lateI am a teen,
Who wants you to understand,
That we have stress too,
We may not pay bills,
Like adults doBut we have every single right to
Be exhausted,
To be in distraught and
Feel alone sometimesI am a teen.
A Skinny teen,
A Pretty teen,
A Crying teen,
A lying teen,
A teenA Short teen
A Dork teen
Won't work teen
I'm sorry I'm not apart of the "twerk team"
I'm a boring teenBut I'm no different than any average person.
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Skeletons
Poetryeveryone has their skeletons, and now its time for those skeletons...to come out of the closet