The Life of a Teenager

What was once in my chest
is there no longer.
My body is pressed
on a brick wall.
My heart is gone.
I can no longer feel.
Since we moved away
into a new ordeal.
They want me to smile
to talk and to cheer.
But I can not be myself;
all loud and queer.
Instead I am silent,
hurt and depressed.
because my heart of Gold
is no longer in my chest.