I'm confused about life
it seems like no one understands me
especially my parents
they try to run my life
but they don't understand
my life's my own to run
they can't run it
it seems we live in two different worlds
at two different times
they should know no matter how much
they try to control my life
I'll always myself
I don't care about the punishment
because they can't take away my
freedom, hope, dreams, memories
and people I love ever.
I wish they would understand
they never had to go through
the problems us teens are going through now
they would never understand
back then there weren't so many problems us
teens face now
they just simply don't understand
us teens
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Teen Years
Everyone tells you,
they're the best years of your life.
The thing they don't tell you,
is they are all full of fight.
From a child to a teen,
in less then a year.
It's a lot to deal with,
you have to grow up fast.
As a child you're free,
as a teen you feel locked up.
A child has no worries,
A teen has a lot.
You learn the meaning of love,
you discover broken hearts.
The worries of being accepted,
are the hardest part of all.
What's the "best"
about these years.
When as a teen,
you live in fear.
they're the best years of your life.
The thing they don't tell you,
is they are all full of fight.
From a child to a teen,
in less then a year.
It's a lot to deal with,
you have to grow up fast.
As a child you're free,
as a teen you feel locked up.
A child has no worries,
A teen has a lot.
You learn the meaning of love,
you discover broken hearts.
The worries of being accepted,
are the hardest part of all.
What's the "best"
about these years.
When as a teen,
you live in fear.
10 Thing I Hate About You (Poem From The Movie)
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way youre always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way youre always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
No Rhyme Dis Tym
I don't know what she is trying to hide
There must be something or else why would she feel shy
The feeling is strange
its a mixture, a confusion of everything.
I can sometimes see it clearly
through her voice through her eyes
but I still don't want to confront it
as it is better to stay on another side.
At the same time am enjoying it
I am feeling happy and glad about it.
I don't know what is going to happen next,
but I know the feeling is mutual and it is never going to end!
There must be something or else why would she feel shy
The feeling is strange
its a mixture, a confusion of everything.
I can sometimes see it clearly
through her voice through her eyes
but I still don't want to confront it
as it is better to stay on another side.
At the same time am enjoying it
I am feeling happy and glad about it.
I don't know what is going to happen next,
but I know the feeling is mutual and it is never going to end!
Broken & Lost
as a child we always want to grow up...........
.............but now we reliaze that
"BROKEN TOYS" & "LOST PENCILS"............
................were much better than
"BROKEN HEART " & "LOST FRIENDS"...........
.............but now we reliaze that
"BROKEN TOYS" & "LOST PENCILS"............
................were much better than
"BROKEN HEART " & "LOST FRIENDS"...........
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