I'm just a teenager
Going through so much pain.
I'm just a teenager
Trying to reach for help.
I'm just a teenager
Trying so hard to fit in this world,
But how do you fit in
When you do not belong?
I'm just a teenager
Trying to belong.
I'm just a teenager
Trying to ask for help,
But no-one willing to listen
For my questions,
Or the responses in my actions.
I am a teenager—
A teenager that been through so much.
A teenager that you could maybe relate to,
Go back to,
But at the same time give me so much hell.
I am a teenager—
A teenager who loves hugs,
A teenager who loves cuddles,
A teenager who loves love and affection
But yet,
Why am I so afraid of the consequences of the actions?
Why must I be so ambivalent?
Why must I put myself in a shell....
Sometimes even trapping myself in a cell?
I am a teenager—
A teenager
Trying to fit in,
Trying to belong,
But how do you belong,
When the world misunderstands....
When the world makes you feel so helpless?
I am a teenager—
A teenager
Wanting to help....
Wanting to be myself.
But yet,
Feels so overwhelmed by the world.
The world—
The world,
They treat you like dirt;
Use you like a towel.
Get dirty
Don't clean
Just throw away
Don't worry
Don't wash
Just stay....
But yet, the world also....
The world also,
They want you to believe.
They want you to see.
They want you to be free.
However,
Why are they so confusing?
Can't they see?
I'm just a teenager,
But why do the years seem to be a waste?
Why does it feel like a haste instead of its slowing pace?
Why...oh why is hell all around me?
Why must things be so...unpredictable?
Why...oh why are things not...typical?
Why do they want me to be "free", when they haven't seen my sentence of the crimes I committed?
Why are they so committed, but yet so abrasive?
One minute...
One-minute changes time in a nick of a dime
In the nick of a dime,
Oh......they change
They change so briskly,
And me...trying so hard to catch the pace;
Instead, they have me going in a race
A race for I.
And for I....
I....
I'm just a teenager,
And the question that remains—
That still remains is....
Why?
Why am I not one?
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Obstacles
PuisiObstacles is a collections of poems set in a order that tells a story about about how and what I went through during my freshman year all the way up to my senior year of high school. It has the sole purpose to inspire, explain, understand, and to be...
