poem
Through the eyes of a teenager
Everyday passes, reminding me of lessons to be learned.
Opportunities pass me by, showing me things to be earned. I do not know life as an adult sees it, only as a child and a teen. I can only guess what life is meant to be, based on what i've seen. Today i learned of love and the pain it may bear. YOu can never know a persons truth behind the mask they wear. I don't know the meaning of love or why it is never true. Im unsure of so many things these days, i know less than i thought i knew. I find its getting difficult to distinguish bad from good. And although it sounds cliche, im a child misunderstood. I need to move on the past that hurts, move to heaven from this hell. i need to stand up to others, and to myself as well. I don't know how to tell a good friend from a bad. We talk behind each others back, ruining the trust we had. If everybody has to go through torment and pain, if they understood the hurt, thats another's gain. If they know how it feels, to have a lover or friend. Stab their backs with knives, why are they so cruel to say these are the best years of our lives?
Everyday passes, reminding me of lessons to be learned.
Opportunities pass me by, showing me things to be earned. I do not know life as an adult sees it, only as a child and a teen. I can only guess what life is meant to be, based on what i've seen. Today i learned of love and the pain it may bear. YOu can never know a persons truth behind the mask they wear. I don't know the meaning of love or why it is never true. Im unsure of so many things these days, i know less than i thought i knew. I find its getting difficult to distinguish bad from good. And although it sounds cliche, im a child misunderstood. I need to move on the past that hurts, move to heaven from this hell. i need to stand up to others, and to myself as well. I don't know how to tell a good friend from a bad. We talk behind each others back, ruining the trust we had. If everybody has to go through torment and pain, if they understood the hurt, thats another's gain. If they know how it feels, to have a lover or friend. Stab their backs with knives, why are they so cruel to say these are the best years of our lives?