It's gotten to the point,

Where my imagination has its limits.

I'm getting to the age,

Where everything falls apart,

Not just once,

But everyday.

Where fights that mean things,

are resolved overnight,

And the ones that are dumb,

Leave us angry for weeks.

I'm lving in a world,

Where nothing feels right anymore.

I'm leaning on a ledge,

That lets me fall at its whim.

I've developed this type of mindset,

Where my parents are the cause of my pain,

And the 'cool' kids are the only judges.

I am looking in the mirror,

And I'm staring at the face,

Of a teenager...

Go figure.