Stereotypical Screw-Up Poem by Olivia Miller

Chills to my spine
And hand over heart
Tears to my eyes
You'll hear me wine

Head on my desk
Liquid on my cheeks
Blood on my hands
This scene grotesque

Rips in my jeans
Makeup on my face
Dye in my hair
Isn't this what you except
Of teens?

Screw ups
Losers
Rebels
No-goods

You expect this
You will get this
You want this?
You ARE this

Attention-seeking
Slit your wrists
And spread the word
Rumors leaking

Cry at school where the World
Can laugh
Then complain about people talking
You stand out tall, a giraffe

Don't broadcast your problems
If you cant handle the criticism
Don't switch on the megaphone
And be surprised when you make headlines

Don't be a teenager
Everybody loves to hate
Be a teenager
Who doesn't dangle the bait

Change the stereotypes
And be someone real
Don't end up behind bars
Clothed in stripes