Don'T Have Time To Finish, Don'T Judge, Not Done Yet! Seriously! Poem by Desiree Whitamore

The face I've seen so many times before, is edged with the memories.
It's worn and weary, even though I'm still in my youth.
The pressure of everyday society is making me miss infancy. But there is no turning back.
At school, being a wallflower, it makes life difficult. While i have no intention of making friends with these people, does that mean I'm a snob?
But we have to work through it, because when we don't, we fail. and even though we've tried our best our parents and teachers look down upon it. Even though they too were once teenagers, and emotional beings.