Being A Teen - Poem by Colette Grosvenor
Why is it when adults see me coming they walk another way?
I've seen it happen everyday.
Do they think I would cause them pain?
Do they think im completly insane?
Just for being a girl of sixteen,
It's like nothing I have ever seen.
Why should I get judged for how other kid's act,
It's really not fair, and that's a fact!
It happens everyday,
When adults see me, and walk the other way
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