teenage life
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it seems so easy to cry now
the tears coming from some ever replenishing source
and I am not startled any longer
when a hot stream flows down my cheeks
when blinking releases a torrent
I do my best to be vivacious
I smile even though my eyes face the ground
I mutter the colloquialisms so necessary
to be polite
innocous words devoid of meaning
tumbling out of my mouth
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul?
Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside?
Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
Should looks be the only master piece that reflects our soul?
Is it so hard not to judge people by the inside, but the outside?
Why is it that people think that looks reflect what we are?
Love and school and work and love.
Ever feel like your life as a teenager is just too much?
You love, and you work and you love, but in reality in will never be enough.
Love hurts
And work hurts more.
