Poem About Teenage Pressure
I was cleaning out some papers from my basement the other day and ran across this poem I wrote while in high school. I found it interesting to reflect on how I felt as a teenager. Anyway, I don't think it's too bad and I thought I'd share it here.
My grasp on life is slipping away
Delusions of reality are fading
Entering a void of nothing, calm and true
The void of resting for me and you
What must one do?
So many crossroads to choose
Pressure, I cannot bear
Coldness, bitterness, all around
What must one endure?
Shall I leave this sacred ground?
Remain a useless form of matter?
Love, success, fame, and fortune
If I can’t have all, which do I choose?
Not matter what, I still lose
How does one win at the game of life?
All bottled up, the fragments of emotions
Each, waiting in turn to surface
With a burst it is in the air
No controlling, it’s not fair
Who’s to say what’s right?
Who’s to say who you are?
Who’s to say you must fight?