Anxiety
An emotion I can never suppress
Just like my shaky hands and the ability to breathe
I\'m a mess
Troubled thoughts stampede through my mind
Yet, I never seem to find
The roots to this evil, this sin
Is it because i\'m not thin?
Or is it because of my infinite doubts
It clouds my head
my brain like a hurricane
wishing i was dead
Drowning in fear
making my way to the surface, but i\'m nowhere near
My mouth begins to fill with ocean and tears
as I try to scream
This is the teenage dream
Depression
Am I sad?
or am I mad?
This is so dumb
I feel everything but yet i\'m numb
I stare at my ceiling
wishing I could stop this feeling
I\'m just dramatic
Even though i\'ve laid here for so long my legs went static
1000 assignments to get done
but I can barely get myself to look at one
Why do I feel this way?
It truly is such a shame
I\'m wasting my life, no meaning to my name
I want to be someone one day
yet when someone asks me
\"Are you okay\"
I say i\'m fine
Even though it\'s a lie
I lie because I lack the energy to try
Depression is a disease with no cure
no vaccine
I am ill at the ripe age of seventeen
but hey, i\'m living the teenage dream
Confidence
Am i pretty?
Am I fat?
This is so silly
These questions, they\'re just a trap
I drown in the media of what I should be
What others should see
Smile, let\'s take a picture
My lips form upwards, careful not to show my teeth
The crooked and stained, make me feel hideous underneath
I straighten my posture, lift my chin
And never forget to suck in
Be pretty but act cool
Use your image as a tool
Show the world you\'re put together
Even though your persona is as fragile as a feather
This has always been society\'s scheme
Which I call, the teenage dream
Society
The world we live in
is full of despair, betrayal, and sin
With the legislations and laws that the wrong people get to decide
Nowadays it truly is hard to find
Hope
Happiness
Kindness
yet for the american teen
Our number one priority is how we are seen
The pressure and stares
Can easily be mistaken as warfare
The beady eyes like bullets to my head
My brain overcome with grief and dread
I grieve the little girl I use to be
The little girl who use to climb trees
The little girl who wore what she wanted and was free
That little girl, always feared the teenage dream