Thirteen teens act the same and talk the same,
One teen has trust issues, another is abused,
The teens that are thirteen hide behind their swag,
And are afraid to admit they are human,
Humans aren’t perfect,
In these thirteen teens eyes they seem to be beyond it,
With their make-up, new clothes, and new shoes,
The time limit to show their true selves is past due,
They muster fake smiles and sarcastic laughs to cover their true pain.
To those thirteen teens it’s all a game.
Their hearts are set on the materialistic things in life.
Since they conjure up fake personas they live a true horror story and everyday they pay the price.
By: Dasia Jackson