Why do people fight?
Because we don't have the right.
People get mad,
And they get sad.
We are all made equal.
Even if we're not in sequel.
We are all free.
Even if people won't let us be.
We are not a station.
We are a nation.
All we need is peace.
And fighting should cease.
Why do people fight?
Because people think it's right.
-Me (Heather), Suckers
Some little things that my best friend would sit down and read.
She read them because her heart was brooke to many times.
Dont tell me you love me unless you mean
it cause i might do something crazy like believe you
A heart is not a plaything
A heart is not a toy
But if you whant it broken
Just give it to a boy
Guys are like roses
Watch out for the pricks
If you love me let me know
If you dont then let me go
Last night I was looking up at the moon.
The moon saide
"Why dont you leave him if he hurts you so much"
I said to the moon
"Would you ever leave you'r sky"
No guys are worth you'r tears
And when you find the right one who is
He wont make you cry
Only a little boy who calls himself a man
Tells a girl that he loves her
And doesnt mean it
A boy needs a girl
Because he loves her
But man loves a girl cause he needs her
Who ever said you only fall in love once was wrong
Because ever time i see your face
I fall in love all over again
If you love someone
Draw there name in a circle not a heart
Because a heart can be broken
But a circle goes on forever
Teenagers Are Amazing
Teenagers are amazing,
I wish the world would see,
just how beautiful we are,
how compassionate we can be.
I wish they could take back,
all the cruel things they've said,
and see how much we shine,
be positive instead.
Remark on our radiant smiles,
and the differences we make,
all of the people our lives touch,
all of the chances that we take.
Notice how we change,
each and everyday,
wanting to leave childhood,
yet desperately wanting to stay.
I wish they could remember,
how tough our lives can be,
the promises that are broken,
the violence that we see.
Yet still we venture onward,
unsure of where the road may lead,
hoping they will take notes,
hoping they'll take heed,
of the changes that we've made,
of the power that we hold,
of the wisdom we have hidden,
of the stories yet untold.
I hope the world will notice,
what some have already seen,
teenagers are amazing people,
striving to follow their dreams.
Through the Eyes of A Teenager
Every day 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 teen.
I can only guess what life is meant to be,
Based on what I've seen.
Today I learned of love,
And the pain that it may bear.
You can never know a person's truth,
Behind the masks 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 cliche,
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 do not know how to tell,
A good friend from a bad.
We talk behind each other's backs,
Ruining the trust we had.
When I stare into the mirror,
I see things I wish I could deny.
A fear of judgement and confrontation,
I can no longer look myself in the eye.
If everybody has to go,
Through torment and through pain.
If they understand the hurt,
That is another's gain.
If they can feel,
The burden of their fears.
And know the cost,
Of showing their tears.
If they know how it feels,
To have a lover or friend.
Stab their backs with knives,
Why are they so cruel to say
"THESE ARE THE BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES?"
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