Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Everybody Tries

I sit and hide
Trapped in this facade of neatness you create
Role model by day
But you say you see a criminal by night?
That's a laugh
More like simply lost
Like some people become lost in my height
But you think I'm lost in some high
I can clean up, listen, and do my best
All you have to accept is that I try
When I started writing this
I thought I had more
But I guess my hands are clogged with tears
Like your ears are clogged with ignorance
Like my hearts clogged with resent
I need you to understand
I need support
I need my dad
Not a list of my wrongs
Organized in your daily report





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback