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I am a prisoner of my own self-consciousness
My life is an evolution of problems that grow worse everyday
My face shows that I am satisfied; my tone of voice reinsures that I am happy
But deep down inside my unsteady heartbeat reveals my true emotions
Being stared at, gossiped about, and classified has made my life uneasy
I assume these are just the repercussions of being pregnant at seventeen
Most judge me, and make assumptions that are not true
Little do they know being pregnant was not a choice of mine
It was forced upon me by a chemically unbalanced twenty-two year old boy
Not one day goes by that I wish I hadn’t have gone to that party
Who knew a walk down a high school hallway could be so breathtaking, frightening, or everlasting?
As far as friends go, I guess you can say the snakes will come out when the grass is cut
My guidance councilor tells me it’s not my fault and she understands my situation
I fail to agree
I am trapped, I am scared, I am alone