....Cat sa tin in mine?

Dear Mom,

I just wanted to let you know,
That I’m not ok.

I’m not happy or peppy,
Like any other teen should.

I don’t like life anymore,
And I question why we even exist.

I’m not the toddler anymore,
I’m the teen with problems.

Every time you ask me,
‘What’s on your mind?’

‘Why do you have a pissy face on?’

‘You look unhappy, what are you thinking?’

And all those times,
I just answered ‘Nothing.’

Then comes a sea of comments like:
‘There has to be something.’

‘Something has to be making you mad.’

‘Hmmph.’

If you haven’t noticed,
I didn’t want you inside my head.

Because if you were,
You would be mad at me.

All my thoughts are gut-wrenching,
And images of my own personal pain.

Sometimes you ask:
‘What’s wrong?’

What’s wrong?
Me. You. The world. Everything.

Then you question my movements:
‘Why do you cross your arms across your chest?’

Because I’m trying to hold myself together,
And I’m trying not to have an outburst.

But if I told you that;
You would never look at me the same.

And when your done reading this poem,
You’ll probably try to comfort me.

I don’t want your pity or your sorrow,
Just leave me alone.

Don’t interfere in my life,
You only make it worse.

Let me writhe in my pain,
And let me fade away.

I’m not blaming this completely on you,
But for part of it I am.

When I did tell you the truth one time,
To all those questions,

You looked at me funny,
And said, ‘I know what your going through.’

And that’s when all my feelings broke lose.

You don’t know what I’m going through,
Sure your four decades old,

I’m only fourteen, so what?
I have experienced different things.

Not everyone’s lives growing up are the same,
So yours is nothing like mine.

Your not in the midst of it,
And in a hating world.


So, finally I just want to say,
I’m not alright.

All those smiles were fake,

All my happiness is gone,

And I’m dyeing inside,
Scratch that, I’m already dead.

From,
Your Suffering Daughter.

Generatia noastra.

Pe mine ma deranjeaza cumplit sa-i vad pe toti cum se schimba in jurul meu ..Renunta la vise si la personalitate pt un trend....de ce? ....Cata inconstienta sa existe?... Cert este ca acum cei de 12-14 ani ,in cativa ani ne vor fi superiori ...Ma mira cum se maturizeaza ....cum isi creaza singuri increderea in ei ,si-si dau puterea de a merge mai departe cu zambetul pe buze..In schimb noi ne maturizam cu gandul numai la probleme,ne maturizam fortati de imprejurari ,sau cel putin asa credem noi .

De ce trebuie sa ascultam un singur gen de muzica,si sa-l asortam cu vestimentatia?

Dupa parerea mea ,asta este cea mai mare tampenie...OK ....asculti dnb ,esti tip,crapa pantalonii pe tine si tricoul roz cu multe buline care te induc in eroare!!! asculti manele,esti tipa ,iti ies suncile pe afara din pantalonii albi prin care se vad dealurile Romaniei,iti ies sanii fortati de sutienul cu dublul strat de burete si un push up pan la nori ,dar nu faci nimic,de ce? Pt ca nu ai incredere in puterea ta de gandire ,si in cunostintele tale ...Poti demonstra oamenilor cat esti de frumos prin interiorul tau ,fizicul este doar fatada...si stii asta ...multumeste-te cu cine esti ....si daca nu esti multumit/a de fizicul tau ,FA CEVA!!! ,nu te plange de neputinta cand totul depinde de tine,acum scuza-ma ma duc sa ma intind in pat.