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Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV
this age has got me
Killing my brain
With being trapped in my thoughts
Constantly pondering on the mysteries of the world
Driving my head in to a self induced coma
With the things I don’t know
Or understand yet
Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV
In the episode when the teenager knew were to draw the line when it came to
Relationships
Or in friendships
and never let her character become unwholesome
But reality is
The line is impossible to fined with out knowing who you are
Youth is clueless with pressure put on ever decision
My scull needs some ventilation
from all these opinions that I swap my self in looking for my own opinion
Anguish mixes with a
Never ending black hole of desire
to be desired or understood
Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV
In the episode when the teen knew how to stand up for her self
But reality is
Bold words are sealed inside my lips
So my heart prints what I’m scared to say inside my mine
I’m nothing more than a anonymous author
Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV
In the episode when the teenager knew who she was and never compromise her identity
With being a bad kid
But reality is
I hide myself in lies
So people only see what I show them
Replace her with a clone to fool
anyone that wouldn’t like me originally
They don’t need to know that I’m different
Or truly beautiful
Through my individuality that’s ingrained in my personality
Or a
Self diagnosed crazy nut
But the clone turns a knife on my heart
And lets my magnificent colors leek out
Painting a vivid picture across my face
Of personality and purposely unfelt emotions
My cursed face tells a hidden story
On the sly I’m messed up from my past
The past that built my insecurities
And my strength
The past that I often fail to realize that every one has
So l label my self
In am a Self diagnosed crazy nut
I’m to messed up to be with anyone
Yet boys come in bus loads
Dang it there every were
My words vanish
Heart sinks
The thought of rejection creeps up my spine
They would have to stay away
It they know in a self diagnosed nut
But they would have to come closer
if they knew I was a beautiful spirit who just thinks to much
dang Being six teen looked a lot easier on TV
some one pleas tell me it not
Just me
Who’s expectations were too high




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