this is a poem about how poeple assume that just because im 15 and dress like it that i behave like it and have the brain of a 15 year old, god i hate stereotypes!
5th teen
Kisses on cheeks of pie-eyed teens,
The throbbing hearts, the grass-stained jeans!.
never appealed to me:
The non-existent romance, that makes us fifteen
Bottle shaped drinking habits,
And the kids who claim that, ‘rumour has it’!.
never appealed to me:
The never ending circus that makes us fifteen!.
Recaptured by a music craze,
Going through the experimental phase
never appealed to me:
More hormonal prejudice that makes us fifteen
The tumult in my mind displaced
I will try to argue with the human race
I can’t help being me:
I wear my hood raised, this makes me fifteen!?
Shadowed by your sordid looks,
So you trample on my reference books,
You don’t know me:
I know more now than you ever did, yet I’m still fifteen
Never, ever cut my wrists!.
Through heated moments, never raised a fist!.
This is just me:
I happen to be state educated, so I guess I’m fifteen!.
I’m not rough, or uncensored,
I speak this way because I’m from Thetford!.
That will always be me:
So I read and write poetry am I still fifteen!?Www@QuestionHome@Com