Before she became a teen
she remained unseen
just another girl
lost in the world
now she’***** puberty
now everybody sees
now they stare
they pretend to care
now she’s found fame
same picture different frame
the unwanted attention
the objectification
not ready for this
not had her first kiss
but predators lurk
they hide in the woods
she clings to her innocence
but has stumbled into womanhood
now she bleeds like the rest
burdened by chest
she’s not ready for this
she’s not ready for this
her best friends dad
now gives her the eye
she wishes she had
the ability to lie
to pretend all is okay
that it’s meant to be this way
but she wants to turn back
but the facts are the facts
she’s no longer a girl
no more a child
it is what it is
she’s not ready for this
just leave her alone
she’s not ready for this..

In the dressing room

I have seen smooth-shaven girls --


I've seen what you want.

Girls are looking so

enigmatic, smiling, and --


in expectation.

Girls giggle and they

keep shifting the position --


of their bulging calves.

If I behave, I can participate
half as a half-grown as if
it were fun in that world
on its head that thinks it can

cheer me up with a smile, kid
the best time of your life...
Cynics! Down with them! Down with fake!
I have square shoulders

just wait, I'm beating
the drum, I'm in
the hangout
about to

They have been hanging
for so long that their brains turn
everything around, having no idea
what's real, what's fake

Love me, so leave me

alone, there is no place here --


but for me, you see.

I feel no worship,

no love or amorousness --


but a blissful fear.

I despise myself

for everything I can't do --


like other students.

The biggest fairground

attractions for teenagers --


are the French kisses.