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Through The Eyes of a Teenager
Everyday passes
Reminding me of lessons to be learned
Opportunities pass me by
Showing me things to be earned
I do not know life as an adult sees it
Only as a child and a teen
I can only guess at life's secrets
Based on what I've seen
Today I learned of love
And the pain it can bear
You can never know a person's wroth
Behind the mask that they wear
I do not know the meaning of love
Or why it is never true
I'm unsure of so many things these days
I know less than I thought I knew
I find it's getting difficult
To distinguish bad from good
And although it sounds cliché
I'm a child misunderstood
I need to move on past the hurts
Move to heaven from this hell
I need to stand up to others
And to myself as well
I don't know how to tell
A good friend form a bad
We talk behind each others backs
Ruining the trust we had
When I stare into the mirror
I see things I wish I could deny
A fear of judgment and confrontation
I can no longer look myself in the eye
If everyone has to go
Through torment and pain
If only they understood the hurt
That is another's gain
If they can feel
The burden of their fears
And know the cost
Of showing those fears
If they know how it feels
To have a lover or a friend
Stab their back with knives
Why are they so cruel to say
These are the best years of our lives
Everyday passes
Reminding me of lessons to be learned
Opportunities pass me by
Showing me things to be earned
I do not know life as an adult sees it
Only as a child and a teen
I can only guess at life's secrets
Based on what I've seen
Today I learned of love
And the pain it can bear
You can never know a person's wroth
Behind the mask that they wear
I do not know the meaning of love
Or why it is never true
I'm unsure of so many things these days
I know less than I thought I knew
I find it's getting difficult
To distinguish bad from good
And although it sounds cliché
I'm a child misunderstood
I need to move on past the hurts
Move to heaven from this hell
I need to stand up to others
And to myself as well
I don't know how to tell
A good friend form a bad
We talk behind each others backs
Ruining the trust we had
When I stare into the mirror
I see things I wish I could deny
A fear of judgment and confrontation
I can no longer look myself in the eye
If everyone has to go
Through torment and pain
If only they understood the hurt
That is another's gain
If they can feel
The burden of their fears
And know the cost
Of showing those fears
If they know how it feels
To have a lover or a friend
Stab their back with knives
Why are they so cruel to say
These are the best years of our lives
Look what i found. Wrote it in Middle School. Wow, it seems like forever ago! Lol
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Such an interesting perspective. If only I could write like that. Too bad I'm more of a sketch artist than a writer, although I have written my share of good stories.