Restricted
Conforming
The walls are closing
in
Status is
everything
Values are nothing
So
much
pressure
So little freedom
I wrote this poem on the beach at three in the morning. Don't get me wrong; I'm not the type of person who does out-of-the-ordinary things all the time. My friend and I just had what I call "the writer's urge" or "creative impulse." For several months I had been itching to write this poem, and the words finally flowed out into my notebook. I see teen society today as being one of pressure, status, etc. This poem represents most everything that I hate about being young. I haven't surrendered to the pressure yet dealing with drugs, smoking, sex, etc. And the most conforming I've done is wearing those cute peasant tops. I wish everyone else could say the same (well, at least about the pressure anyway!).