Allow me to shed some light on a teenage dream
because we’re all wearing the same skinny jeans and praying for skinny love.
Bony ankles exposed and frail hearts x-rayed, we’re no more than mere beggars to royalty.
But what we desire is this mystical universe where hearts are on sleeves and money touches our tongues like we blow our noses with Franklin's.

But the thing is, we're all here flitting through our diaries like wannabees to our favorite teenage dirtbag songs.
Like, how we’re all just teenage dirtbags baby,
But it's more like,
I've got these
teenybopper excuses,
Like,
I fabricate my own vindications like I've got something to prove besides my own innocence.
And even though innocence has been robbed of its definition since I was born,
I still elaborate on how I could never have taken that first illegal swig of sunny d flavored alcohol in the front seat of a rental truck.
Or how that first puff of something other than oxygen was less than secondhand smoking,
I only did it because my sister was offering a milkshake in return.
Honestly, I am easily persuaded by my closest peers.


First impressions grab me by the scruff of the neck and yank me higher than Rafiki lifted Simba during the Circle of Life.


I dangle over hoots and hollers of who I should be and what I should do.
However, being lead by example is full of it,
I strut where I want to in my own way and I dress how I want to on my birthday.
I turned 17 two days ago, since when do people show me how to do me?
I'm not saying I'm a rebellious teenager at 2 A.M., but what I am telling you is that you don't have to suffer behind parental and impractical doors.
You should be the empress of life and above all else, explore your paths to a throne.
Uproot yourself from the sidelines of that nature-walk and while you're at it, why don't you
wear your favorite short sleeved tshirt on the coldest day and tell everyone you're not cold even if they can see your goosebumps.
Tell them they don't know what cold is until they've touched your soul
Although the thought of an animal shelter melts your heart everythe time.
Take me for example,
The typical teenager who says she can never go straight to bed,
Which leads to thoughts about anything and everything,
I’d like know what it's like to be completely satisfied with life and drink until my thoughts need a dog leash from straying too far.
What could I possibly do with a mind that wanders with no boundaries?
I could write every abstract dream on the American flag and call it the American Dream.
I could whisper slurred nursery rhymes to my stuffed animals and hope to god they'll replay my careless whispers like lullabies before I drift to my neverland.
But drinking underage is never okay, and I know my head would roll off my shoulders before I found a train ticket to a steady thought station.
So, take my advice on this when I tell you,
It's okay to be reckless, reckless is a beautiful word
And we were born robbing this word of its definition.
but know this, our hearts will always be blinded by non-transparent skin and sheltering rib cages and we will never have the money to spare, even for ourselves, the beggars to the dream of royalty and simplicity.