The Life of a Common Teen

I don’t get how it can be so simple

I am 16, white, living in a bubble my whole life

I almost had everything ripped away from me,

But that was months ago

I feel like the only one in my school to carry all this anxiety,

And all these mistakes

From my new house, I reflect on everything

My past, recent and distant,

School, friends, and grades

But most of all, my mistakes

Never regrets

I will sit here and let these words flow out of me

 

You wouldn’t know what I am like

Not just from the outside

I am what I see

And what you see

I feel, see, and hear two homes at once

Davis, Los Angeles and back to Davis

Mostly I see you, hear you, but the feelings are no longer shown

I wish you were here,

But now you’re just out of reach

Why do people go on ignoring each other?

I just don’t understand

Why me?

 

What do I like?

That’s easy

Books, school, music, learning, good grades

Anything to reach my favorite thing:

Perfection

I like friends

They keep me sane

Just by listening

I like my routines and dislike being home alone

 

I hate when things change

I fear the future

I wonder what I will be like?

Will my morals be the same?

My habits? My beliefs? My relationships?

Will change come?

We will see

And that is my page of poetry

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