They say teens
think the world revolves around themselves
They say teens
don't know how to handle
the real world,
whatever that maybe.
They say teens
are lazy
Well my hearts ran a thousand
miles for you
And I'm tired of being the
last one to the finish line
Getting stepped on and forgotten
I'm tired of it
But how can I stop
if my heart races for you
If my heart
longs for you
I may not know what love is
But I'm still allowed to feel
and in this moment,
I feel like I can't breathe
Like you're stepping on my heart and
cutting off my airways
Leaving me to suffer
But why should I be the one in pain
when I was the one who
supported and adored you
Why should I be the one
Left in the dust
This sensation of not being able to breathe
I now realize is the beginning of tears
My throat tightens
My eyes burn
And slowly tears start to run
down the side of my face
Fighting their way to my chin and
dripping off onto my lap
leaving small dark circles on my blue jeans
Call me dramatic,
Call me a teen
it won't change how I feel
I'm only human after all

She beckons me,
with fickle hand,
in silken gloves,
to her demand.

Her crown above,
Her veiled face
Her body poised,
with noxious grace.

awaiting now,
Her harsh decree,
i kneel down,
beneath Her feet.

Her hands swing down,
Her gloves grow red,
reopens wounds,
already bled.

She sends me off,
i must comply,
such is my lot,
until i die.

i can't prepare,
i simply wait,
for greedy hands,
i know as Fate.