The person you see is just an exterior
A shell to hide what I really feel
Put on a happy face and go with the flow
That’s the motto that I follow
But sometimes my emotions catch up to me
And when my mask isn’t enough, I cry.
Careful not to do so in front of others
Showing weakness is not an option
An opinion other than the majority is trouble
I follow the trends of the crowd
Pushed from the front to the back
A slave to the masses
Stuck wherever I go with nothing
Told what to do by others
No choice is allowed to be my own
Who am I you may ask
I’m a teenager
Bet you weren’t expecting that.