A teenage high

October 24, 2011
By IneshaZhanelleB BRONZE, Lanham, Maryland
IneshaZhanelleB BRONZE, Lanham, Maryland
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I’m sixteen with smoke to my lungs
And I can feel my heart starting to race
I’m sixteen with a jay and a lighter
And problems to face
My home is not a home
Just a house to keep me going
School is hell, now that I’ve grown
I find myself making mistakes
When they ask “nothing’s wrong”
But I’m only sixteen facing problems of a 30 year old
Then I puff, inhale, exhale, blow, pass
I’m living my life through smoke
Living life fast
No longer am I mommies little girl
Because I was never daddies
I’m in a world of my own floating on top of gravity
This high keeps me sane
My head spinning, mind boggling, but I can’t
Once the feelings gone, I crash
Back on earth facing problems
My high on life never last

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece because it's from the point of view of a teen going through hard times and troubles the teen turns to smoking to cope with their problems. Some teens are afraid to admit to smoking but in this society at least 1/2 teens do it faithfully.

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