Teenage years, make me cry.
Even if I have the best of life, a loving family, a boyfriend,
And supposedly loving friends.
As the days of my summer loneliness go by. More alone I feel.
The tears on my eyes just brake down, with no way to hold them in.
It is all rightt to cry?
It is all right to cry because you feel like?

Are this feelings because of the outsider I feel I am?
Why is it that when I walk in to room full of people called "friends" I just feel I'm on a room full of empty faces.
And rightt now, I'm just here..
Laying down and trying to find my true identity.
Isn't what teenage years are?