A Teenager's Work
I have essays to write
Solutions to scribble
Smiles to satisfy others
And a mouth to hush.
I have disappointments to recover
And tears to hold back.
I have muscles to keep lucid
And pain to drown.
I have a wandering mind
And arms strung on strings
I have high expectations to fulfull
And a soul I want to share.
I am hassled, mangled, and scolded.
There are things to prioritize
And things I desire.
I am burdened with being one's reflection
Sometime I wonder what it would be like to run –
Run away from expectations, and disappointments that I always seem to make.
I yearn for the fresh pine smell of a forest,
And the gentle spray of a near waterfall.
I desire to escape and pry myself away from this world.
I imagine a field of various colorful flowers and fields of emerald,
I imagine a life without bellowing, whispering, and shouting beside my ear.
I want the sun to embrace me into its warm rays of happiness and never let me go.
I want to escape – to sprint until my last breath escapes me.
But I can't.
I want the world to engulf me in any goodness it has to offer.
But it won't.
A teen's work is filled with decimated hopes and dreams,
Only desiring for the impossible.
A teenager's work is never finished – never satisfying.
This a burden we cannot escape.