Happiness is the elusive "unicorn" for most teens my age.
Maybe I am just being melodramatic, or "angsty".
I have no clue what to do to be an adult.
My mom says I have to be an adult and do what I need to do.
I need more money so I can save for a car.
I need gas money, and I need extra cash.
Marching band season is almost over and all that will be left is an emptiness for me.
I am sad it is almost over, but I am kind of relieved at the same time.
I am no poet.
I have no specific pentameter, or feet speed.
My poems don't even rhyme.
I'm no good at anything.
Happiness is the elusive "unicorn" for teens my age.
I hope you find your unicorn I am still looking for mine.
Untill then, I'm going to listen to music and pretend to be happy.