The Life of a Teenager

Talking about you when they think you don't hear,

When every word is heard loud and clear,

Slurs of criticism, ridicule, and hate,

Towards you and those you appreciate,

Because you're a misfit, you're all alone,

Because you refuse to be their clone,

And you try to express yourself through music and art,

That is where the ridicule will start,

Then you'll be given a label name,

And it will cause people around you shame,

To be seen near a loser like me,

And be trapped and never free,

From the desperation and sorrow,

Because you know there is no tomorrow.

A/N: Yes, it is short. But I wrote this. Reviews? Please?