Wake up

Do my hair

Put makeup on

So they don’t stare

Wait a minute

Nothing’s wrong with me

I have friends

And a family

Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’

That almost turned out like another

teenage poem

You know the ones

With darkness, death, and despair

Ones with “I hate my life, it’s just not fair!”

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve written a few

like that in my day

Some poems like that are great

But why write about sadness

When there’s so much more to say

Why should I write about war and hate?

Yes things go wrong

But the rest is great!

My grades... awesome

My boyfriend... couldn’t be better

I’m not gonna be another teenager

With a gun and a letter

I want to grow up, have a life,

Get a great job,

And be somebody’s wife

Don’t dwell on the problems of today

Live for tomorrow

And you’ll make it somehow,

Some way