The Life of a Teenager

Blood streaks down my face
As I yell at you
And you’re out of place
In the world of new.

Using, Dealing,
I can’t help but feeling
Some regret that we’ve met
But I still see your face.

In the end, I can say,
That you made me this way.
To be hated, but loved,
I can’t see, yet I’m shoved.

Jumping high in the air
You really never cared
In the end, I can say,
‘It’s your fault I’m this way!’

Somehow I see
Why you did it to me
But I can’t believe
That you used my body.

Sighing, Crying,
Your voice is slowly dying
To my ears as you talk
But I can’t hear your voice.

In the end, I can say,
That you made me this way.
To be hated, but loved,
I can’t see, yet I’m shoved.

Jumping high in the air
You really never cared
In the end, I can say,
‘It’s your fault I’m this way!’

To the end, I can’t say,
That you helped me anyways,
Blood streaks down my face,
And you’re still out of place.