Being a teenager is dodging bullets of petty rumors and gossip speeding towards you like heat-seeking missiles in the middle of the hallway and
Hiding from the shadows and trying to find the light simultaneously and
Aiming to please everyone, especially your parents who don't pay attention to the important things like whether or not you're still sane unless you ask them please and
Floating somewhere in the middle of over and underachieving so as to remain afloat and
Constantly battling the stress that wages a war on your body and mind and
Falling in and out of what can only be described as the adolescent definition of love and
Wishing you could sign a peace treaty with wherever all these emotional bombs are flying from and
Getting crushed under the pressure that
Builds and
Builds until you
Bend and
Bend until you finally
Snap.
And break down in tears, exhaustion and strife.
And when you regain enough strength, you wave your tiny white flag in surrender,
Hoping to put life on pause, even just for a moment
In a feeble attempt to prepare yourself for the next attack
Because these ruthless soldiers don't care if you can't handle the pain that they inflict and
Without skipping a beat, a machine gun opens fire on your soul, leaving holes that make you question who you are and
Your wounded, empty shell of a body is all that's left laying motionless on the ground and
You hope like hell you can survive this teenage battlefield.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
Welcome to the world, baby girl
7 pounds, 6 ounces, baby girl
Full of smiles, baby girl
But those smiles will soon turn into tears, baby girl
Taking your first steps and saying your first words, baby girl
Ignorance is bliss, baby girl
You’re not a baby anymore, little girl
You’re growing up, little girl
In suburbia heaven, little girl
Where all your secrets are shut behind closed doors, little girl
With a family all your own,
A mommy, a daddy and an older brother, little girl
And nobody knows your secret, little girl
Nobody knows the pain you live with, little girl
Nobody knows that...
Daddy hits you when you don’t read your book and
Daddy hits you when you don’t clear your plate and
Daddy hits you when you tell him to stop hitting your brother.
A few years pass but things never change and the scars never fade and the bruises never wane.
Daddy hits you when you don’t do the laundry and
Daddy hits you when you don’t do what you’re told and
Daddy hits you when you try to apologize.
A few years pass but things never change and the scars never fade and the bruises never wane.
Daddy hits you when he sees your report card and
Daddy hits you when you try to explain that it’s his fault and
Daddy hits you when he doesn’t understand.
A few years pass but things never change and the scars never fade and the bruises never wane.
Daddy hits you when you take the car without permission and
Daddy hits you when you have an attitude and
Daddy hits you when he tells you that you’re a disappointment.
But one day, baby girl, daddy hits you, and you fight back.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 12:27 AM UTC