Sixteen
Stressed and unimpressed
"Is this all there is"
What ever happened to the dreaming little eight year old  mind set,
imagining the glorious teenage years

Who ever imagined an anxiety ridden problematic teenager who thinks she's got it all under control

In reality she's just a couple of unfinished sentences, a sad contradiction, misunderstood and depressed, and she doesn't know where it ends

Where is the time going,
She locks herself in her room,
she'd rather be alone, but she needs time,
help

she wants someone to notice,
but she's got her stubborn head in the clouds and she's not coming down

It's terrible that people
Actually hate themselves
Because they aren't
A certain weight
Or don't have certain grades,
Or don't have this or that,
And will physically cut themselves
Open
People are terrified of being
Judged
Because they don't look the
Person on the cover of
That magazine
So maybe if we showed people
That it was okay to be who they
Are
Instead of just saying
"Don't be afraid to be you
As long as you're confident it
Doesn't matter"
Then maybe there will
Be less people
With slashes on their wrist
And notes saying
"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough"