A Pencil Without a Tip


Every day is another day older,

Carrying even more responsibility than the day before.

Parents get crazy and teens just get lazy

Because everything seems pointless.

Like cleaning your room for it to get dirty

Or studying for a test to get a poor grade.


All a teenager wants is to go out

And to interact with people

But parents are against fun

And being a human not a hermit.

Poor decisions become habits

And that means disagreeing with parents,

Being chained to the house,

And losing your youth

One day at a time.

It’s hard to win when your side of the story never matters.


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