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
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
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
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