Our Crayola crayons have become blunts and our juices boxes are turning into kegs

Teachers try to pry into our personal lives and relate                                     but every mistake we make they turn into a story to scare the other kids

Every mistake is a new lesson plan or lecture ; It’s scary how much teachers can tease

They ask us how we feel and we say “great” “fine” “awesome”                      but do they not see the pain on our faces and the war in our hearts?

And every decision we make affects our future because we’re supposed to pick a career in our teens

How do I feel, really?

Pressured and analyzed and hurt because my hearts been broken three different times this year

and I want to know if I’ve grown up enough to hold his hand

because cooties have turned into love and we’re stupid enough to believe it will last

We’re being cast in our on plays because Hollywood was empty of adults who always played 15 year olds because they want us to think we need to look like that

They sell us things we don’t need because we’re too trusting and don’t bother to ask “do I really look like that?”

But, then they go on a mission plan to fight teen suicide and help teens who have turned to drugs to feel something

This is not Dawson Creek or Degrassi

This is the lives of actual people who have feelings and not lines to read

So, please stop covering up your tracks

because when you throw a stone into an ocean, the ripple can (and will) reach many shores

And stop telling me that, at 15, I should be grown up