And I would be...

I,

don’t like for people to see what I’m really feeling.

won’t allow for people to worry about me.

worry constantly about my own appearance but then again, what teenager doesn’t?

flirt quite often when I’m single.

think people are looking at me when they’re obviously not.

eat wayyyyyy too much.

love singing

and acting

and being completely insane and not caring.

am mean and disrespectful.

am giddy far too often.

try very hard to keep others happy but I’m not generally too helpful XD

dance around in my room by myself.

am allergic to cats yet still pet Iggy every day.

ignore problems I don’t want to face.

fail French a lot.

listen to sappy songs.

get jealous of other girls with my guy friends…don’t ask me why, I’m obviously insane J

become strangely excited over little things.

don’t get my hopes up too often.

write one story/poem every day.

love my family and friends.

And

I know myself.

It's hard to watch

So you say

that the tearing words

coming from your hatful mouth

are the only truths.

While others spout their own

ideas and opinions

you simply laugh in their direction

thinking that they couldn’t possibly

be right.

We look at you

and we wonder why you won’t listen

but then we realize

that you don’t want to hear our views.

You only want to enlighten us

In the ways of your thinking.

Unfortunately, you won’t change.

An optimist would say

that later on in life

you’ll learn to listen to differing views

but as someone who knows you

you won’t.

This view on life will cost you

your friends

your family

your relationships

and your job

eventually.

But for now

please smile and be a cynic

about what we are saying to you

and make your girlfriend cry

over stupid political debates

and think that you are always right

and hate your dad (because you are just like him)

and never feel true happiness

because no one will want you to feel that

after you treat them

in such a demeaning way.

Dreamland Lovers

We were the “it” couple.

Walking down the hallway,

holding hands,

laughing,

parting the students

like the Red sea,

loving the power.

A majority loved us.

Few hated us

because we were nice.

different but nice.

We had risen from the bottom.

Meek inherited the school.

People starred

in admiration,

befuddlement,

and occasionally disgust

but generally

we

were

the

queens.