Six years you were
Friends you met
Kind you were
Pure your heart was
Laughing you did
Smiling You couldn't stop
Sixteen you became
Enemies you met
Cruel you became
Grief your heart is now
Crying you are doing
Frown you can't stop
Concerns have become over your head
Being yourself you can't be
Being someone your not you have to do
Teen judgment
you have to go through
Questions can't stop coming
how can i do this?
how can i impress them?
why i am weird?
Teen judgment
you have to go through!
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