Doing homework left and right,
Ha! No, i’m not “fine”
Working my *** off all the time--
I’ve got no time!

No time for these video games
All the “kids these days are playin’”
I ain’t got the time of day
And i’m just here saying--

Why do we have to do this?
Do you understand the strain
The stress
You do daily to our brains?

And THEN
You accuse us of being lazy
Selfish, stupid
You’re driving me crazy!

Don’t we deserve at least
A little (grudging) respect
Being ABLE to cope AT ALL (not all of us can...)
What more do you expect?

Do you expect us to just be “fine”
Every time you ask?
Because we’re not
Not with all these endless tasks.

It ******* ***** TO BE A TEENAGER
In this day and age
And I, at least, would appreciate it
If all these people talking trash about kids my age

Would just stop
Because we’re not “in your day” anymore
And I’m not “fine”
And school, (to be perfectly honest) is just a bore.

I walk down the street, my hair messy
My makeup sliding off
My sweatpants riding low on my hips, dragging on the ground, collecting dirt
And a low cut tank top.
Tired, exhausted, worn out. Unattractive. And that's okay.
What's not okay is when a car slows down and yells
"Hey pretty girl! Where you off to?"
I freeze
Attention is not something I'm looking for
It's a bed that I'm seeking
A good night's sleep
But instead of a bed I find
A man
Yelling unwanted compliments out of his car window as I walk back home.

Should I answer? What would I say?
Should I be honest? "I'm going home. Off to bed."
I know what the response would be. "Can I come too?"
Or maybe I can say "I'm going to see my girlfriend."
I don't have a girlfriend, but for the next five minutes,
She's right up that hill, waiting in her room to see me.
No, his response would be "That's hot! Can I come too?"
Or maybe I have a boyfriend instead.
More effective.
More dangerous. More of a threat than a girlfriend would be.
No, to that he'd say "He's letting you walk by yourself?
Must not be much of a man. I bet I could take him in a fight."
Which brings up many more issues
(i can walk by myself if he were real he would respect me so thats more than you do if he were real he wouldnt fight some random ******* over me treat me like a PERSON god ******)
That I would not want to address with someone as dangerous
As a man telling me I'm pretty out of the window of his car.
Maybe I can say "Please leave me alone." Being direct is always the best option.
Unless he continues to follow me.
Or gets upset.
Or refuses to leave me alone.
Or gets out of his car or pulls me into his car or or or
I don't know. I don't want to think about it.

Or maybe I can just keep walking.
Ignore him, act like nobody said anything
Act like there isn't someone I have never met in my whole life
Yelling out of the drivers window of his car
Telling me I'm pretty.

There is no way out of the dangerous thing that is the male gaze
Once it begins
There is no easy way out.

My voice is not meant to be heard,
And although we preach freedom of speech,
I am constantly silenced,
Every letter I've carefully strung together,
Will never see the light of day,
Rejected if not misconstrued,
Many have taken my words out of context,
Blowing things out of proportion,
That sometimes I feel perhaps I'm the one lacking imagination,
Maybe I'm just purely feelings and emotion,
For which I constantly bite my tongue,
Keeping the pain within my lungs,
Hoping to ease the minds of those around,
Forgetting completely that writing is my sanctum.

@byizn

What do you want from me?
Nothing satisfies you
You're always pushy
I can't stand you anymore.

We used to be friends
You then got upset
When I didn't give you
What you wanted from me.

Twice that happened
And too many times.
You ignore me now
I can't get you to talk.

You're changing quick
Losing friends fast
You're different for the worse
I don't like what you've become.

You put makeup on
Masking your face
To be unique
To be yourself.

But is this you?
Is this the person
I used to know?
Or is he long gone?

How do I get him
Back to his place
By my side.
Home again.

Begone with this ****,
I want nothing to do with.
All he's caused, is trouble and stress.
All he's done, is unimpress.

i cannot help but be jealous of those who are my age and doing great things; it has gotten so bad that i begin to dislike these people, though they have done nothing wrong to me or anyone else.

on another note, i am constantly getting the feeling that i am wasting my life. is this normal? no matter what i do, whether i complete meaningless tasks or important ones, when i spend hours watching a tv show or hours practicing a sport i’ll never be great at, i am hindered by the thought that i could be doing something better with myself.

i think i am feeling worse than usual. life has been a daze recently, and only now is it catching up to me. what will i do? sit back, relax, and watch the world crumble? or should i take the horse by the reigns and fight back against everything i’ve been taught?

either one i choose will be regretted in later life. so i suppose i should pick the one that i’ll regret less, though i wonder if i will live long enough to see the day where i am able to finally decide.

Bitterness hugs my heart,
jealousy tugs at me,
constantly working hard but no big breaks for me.
Giving it my all to no avail, how come?
How do bad girls with good hair surpass me when all I'm doing is what's right?
I'm trying so hard to break free but despair keeps welling up inside me, giving up would be so easy but even that is not an option for me.
Why do others get dealt the winning hand from birth?
Is struggle suppose to be synonymous to me?
Hard work is not all its cracked out to be,
unfortunately that's my reality.