We are students
Putting it on ourselves to get perfect grades and ace every test
To show up on time, early mornings after pulling a late night.
Stressing over 30 minutes of work that determines 30 years of potential
We are siblings
The eldest are slaving away, trying to make a mark in the world or create a sculpture of their life from scratch.
They know it all rests on them and do their best not to crumple.
The youngest are looking up:
To what they could and should be,
never believing in what they want to be.
Preconceived futures, embedded ideas
We are children.
Craving adulthood and freedom yet not wanting to give up the
coloring book days.
Realizing we can’t have it both ways.
Thrown into a world where everything is
moving too fast, and split second decisions determine forever futures. We
just want our parents we want to be able
to run back to them in our dark times, but
soon we’ll be parents of our own. We are
still so young.
We are teenagers.
The hardest part.
Wanting to belong. Needing to belong.
Expected to be a certain way, act a certain
way, look a certain way.
Go to the gym 3 times a week work in
your 5 AP classes for 3 hours each.
Socialize. Most important. Cause if you
spend your Friday nights inside you’re
just no fun.
But get a job. Work all the hours you can
cause college is coming and soon you’ll be an adult.
Do good in school, don’t crack under the pressure and if you do, well…
Just don’t show it. You’ll be fine.
Don’t mess up. Don’t act stupid. Get off your phone. Talk to more people. Don’t
dress that way. Too much makeup. Why is your acne
We are just people. And we are cracking
and breaking, crumbling in the wind like