I wonder if anyone understands the things i go throuh in my teenage life.
For some reason, people think i'm just a regular teenage girl.
They don't realize I have to deal with the same conflicts they go through.
It's hard for me to keep a smile on my face with images of things I saw and felt running through my mind repeatedly.
I've seen people end their own lives due to not being happy with theirself.
I've seen girls have the time of their lives, but end up regretting the things they did nine months later.
They don't understand that I am delaing with the things they go through, myself.
In the end, they all end up being images from my teenage eyes! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem