TEENAGERS
If only they knew how hard it is for me.
I'm turning 17, the world I begin to see.
My friends begin to change, right before my eyes,
And now they seem to laugh, and tell all sorts of lies.
They hang aroun together in groups of three or four;
The language they use...it isn't gentle anymore.
The kids that seem mose lonely wind up in their pack,
And those who stand alone, they talk behind their back.
Somehow I feel rejected because I don't conform.
Those that step to their own beat don't seem to be the norm,
I've watched a few just give up, too many to recall.
Alcohol is an option for everyone in my school.
I've lost a friend to boozeagain; I will not be a fool.
And sex, it seems so open, for everyone to explore.
Three girls I know that came to school don't come here anymore.
If only I could makea difference, what could I do or say?
I would go to school and try my best each and every day.
There is one thing I'd like to do before I graduate.
I'd like to touch them one by one before it is too late.
ANONYMOUS
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