School, the place to lose your real-self.
Home, the place where no one cares about our thoughts.
Society, the place where we are looked down as a bunch of immature kids.

All the 1001 problems we faced.
We always hide behind our fake image and pretend.
When we say we are ok,
Are we really alright?
Who would understand?

We cried in our bed,
We faced fake love,
And we couldn't express our thoughts.
Who would understand?

That one very fine day,
We would fall apart,
Into bits and pieces,
That could never be fixed back.
By then,
Who would understand?
The teenage stress we had.