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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem