Teen idle

We as teens did not choose who we wanted to be, we as teens were created.

Who knew at such a young age we could hold such bitterness, to learn that there is no real friends in life.

As a teen we learned that at the end you wouldn't have anyone's back, except for the one you are carrying.

We go about our lives like we are so excited, and for what?

The day will come when we will be revealed by the answer, but till that day we continue to keep our fake smiles while we are truly dying inside.

Teens are what we are, but who are we truly living for.

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