The Youth are Something

We are the youth trying to fall in love!

Not like The Notebook and Nicolas Sparks,

or John Green with The Fault in Our Stars,

i'm telling you, we are the stars and there's no fault in them!

We are just trying to fall in love with the words that are written

in our hearts, in our minds,

and do you really think i'll be fine 

in a world that ignores the words that are mine?

Because i've been saying over and over again,

that these words in our journals are meant to be said,

but we choose not to, and keep them in our books

to avoid the ironically judging adult looks

because we tell them we're in love, and they don't believe us,

but how can they say that when my journal is filled with pencil-marked pages

of poems and entries, not only about you and me,

but the struggles we've been through and all that we've seen?

Yet, they paint a picture where teens only

fall in love with boyfriends and girlfriends

instead of music and books,

and that they don't have experience,

or enough knowledge of the world

or that the things they say don't have much worth

because adults teach us that we don't know what we're talking about,

and that's all we learn.

Am i supposed to feel this immersed

in the actual belief that teens

don't know what it means

to fall in love?

Because i'm in love, i'm in love, i'm in love!

With words and how they create melodies

that somehow transform into harmonies

with each other

and if I could put my words together,

I would write you a symphony 

of how much you mean to me!

But, my words don't have much worth

because I am still young and don't know much about the world.

This world, where youth try to speak out,

hoping for an ear that would listen,

that's all we ask for,

not a game of losing or winning

because in this system,

we are destined to lose

since we are only young, dumb, wise fools.

A sophmore, who isn't soft anymore

exists to say that the youth are in love!

Not with the romance, but the novel

and how it makes us feel special 

because my first love was in third grade when I read my first book series,

and my first heartbreak was when I finished that story,

and oh how that time made me who I am today,

a teen who falls in love with words everyday.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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