Doors are slammed,
voices are raised
They say,
“don’t use that tone”
What am I?
Five?
Listening is not their strong point
Even though they always say,
“talk to me.”
Why would I?
They don’t understand
They wonder why
I always talk to my friends
Maybe it’s because
my friends actually get it
They say one thing
and then turn around
and do the complete opposite
Then they say,
“don’t call me a hypocrite!”
They don’t listen
They don’t understand
And then they ask themselves,
“Why is she so eager to get out of here?
To leave this town?”
They yell for no reason
Not a day goes by
without an argument
And they honestly, honestly
wonder why I want
to be 1, 000 miles away?
The joys of being a teen.
A contest entry
- Teenand Angst by ThedarknessIFeel.
370 points, ended October 20, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"The joys of being a teen"
Sounds like it needs to be some band's album name...
I know how it feels. :/
Love this!
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It can be the name of The Black Lipstick Club's EP.
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Yesssss.
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Yeah, I know how that feels... I remember those arguements too...
And I spoke to my friends (and still do) because I fugured i'd rather die then have my parents know who I was!
However, I do get on with them much better now. And even though I don't tell them everything, they don't feel quite so excluded.
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My parents don't really know the "real me." I am always talking to or hanging out with my friends so...Anyway, thanks for the comment!
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hmm
internal struggle, i assume ?
its seemed to have been a bit of a rant
not sure what to make of it
but definitely heart felt
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