I am inconstant and I am gutsy.
I wonder about who I will be.
I hear about what is right and what is wrong.
I see my friends changing, so that they can belong.
I want to put my future on a simple wager.
I am nothing but, a teenager.

I pretend to know and understand everything.
I feel my future hanging on a single string.
I touch my dreams, but they disappear in a blink.
I worry about what others may think.
I cry as I hope I might also have stager.
I am nothing but, a teenager.

I understand that the world is not on my side.
I say that I will continue to take it in stride.
I dream of the day, I might stand on my own.
I try to forget that I might someday be alone.
I hope that I also will be a creator.
I am nothing, but a teenager

I really didn’t want you find out or to know.
That I just don’t fit in, and it’s really starting to show.
Maybe if I make the team, I’d stand out in the crowd.
If they could see how hard I try, I know they would be proud.
But, I still stand as nothing, but an evader.
So, I continue to be nothing, but a teenager.