My mind seems to be a nonstop swirl of emotion.
Caused by societies fuss and commotion.
Why do we change ourselves for the satisfaction of others?
Meeting expectations of our like based lovers.
Why is it that we call ourselves a light but we don't glow?
Why do we call ourselves children of God but it doesn't show?
I seclude myself, not because I'm being rude.
Just like everybody else I'm imperfect too.
But I'm trying to be myself, not fake like filtered pictures.
More or less I try my best to live up to scriptures.
But these Expectations and stereotypes suppress the life I speak.
Taking my happiness as what makes me weak.
But praise God for you people stick around a little longer.
Your words won't hold me down they'll just simply wander.
My friends I hope one day you'll listen
to the heart and mind of a teenage Christian.
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