Teenage Mind. Poem by Sage p

Im stuck in this teenage mind, all tangled like a vine

not knowing where to go, its running like a water flow.

but what is this feeling? shouldnt i know? i only feel in from head to toe.

and its a constant daily fight but if i dont make it i just might take flight.

you took my name in vain causing me so much pain, with all of the words you spread are more and more days i wish i were dead.

so stop glorifying the teenage mind because its not all butterflys and sunshine.