Not Understood Poem by Brie Carter

Adults don't get it
What goes through a teenagers head
Every morning when we wake up
Or at night when we go to bed

We cry ourselves to sleep
We cry ourselves awake
And when we get depressed
Our body starts to quake

But adults just don't get it
What goes through a teenagers head
When in the morning we are happy
And at night wish we were dead

We cut our wrists for help
And adults just don't get why
We do it for the distraction
Instead of feeling pain to cry

Why don't they understand
We can take care of our own
Self even though
We aren't fully grown