I think I’ve gone astray

“it’s a teen thing”

Suddenly my hurt has been branded without meaning

The internet says I’m depressed

But mom says depression is for the weak

I put my pain on paper and suddenly I have secrets

Dad says I should get over it

I just wish my heart could understand what healing is

I’m not saying I can’t heal but how do I heal when it seems that the ones around me just keep inflicting wounds on me and rubbing them with salt

I’m expected to play along with life’s masquerade of fake smiles

Funny how I just need a hand to hold

A shoulder to cry on but that’s merely just a thought

The stats say there are 8 billion people in the world but I fail to believe that because they all fail to understand me

I guess it’s because,” I’m a teenager”

Age is now a justification of the misery I feel

They tell me Jeremiah 29vs11

But I fail to understand what plans are in store for me when there seems to be another wall of Jericho in my path

My only wish is to be heard

I don’t want life to be easy

I just wanna tell my truth

I want society to see me for me

I want to show my face and not fake a smile just to satisfy society and it’s views

I don’t want my views to be sidelined only because I’m a teen

I’m different, my age does not define me

All I’m asking for is time, an ear or two and healing

Maybe society isn’t ready for me to to shine…