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Array ( [sid] => 14710 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Teen Years [time] => 2003-03-22 02:25:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Everyone Always Told Me, The Teen Years Are The Most Trying
They Neglected To Tell Me, This Is Where I Would Do Most Of My Crying
No One Bothered To Tell Me, This Is The Time Where All You Can Do Is Wish You Were Dying
These Times, They Feel Too Hard To Ever Get Through
My Friends, My Family, They Seem To Far Way To Get To
Every Day Feels Just Like The One Before, Despite The Fact That It's New
No Matter What I Do, Everybody Yells And Throws A Fit
Each Morning I Wake Up Hating Life And Not Being About To Stand It
Every Day I'm Always Pushed To The Limit
Sometimes I Just Can't Handle It
All Day, Every Day, I Have To Go Through The Same Old Bull*****
Feeling Sad, Feeling Lonely, Feeling Like No One Cares About Me
Nobody Will Ever Understand How I Feel, They Don't Understand Me
I Wish And Wish To Wake Up One Day And Be Somebody Else Because I Don't Want To Be Me
All The Nights, All I Could Do Was Cry Myself To Sleep, Crying In My Bed
Because Of What Happened That Day Or What Was Said
Every Other Thought, Wishing I Was Dead [comments] => 3 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 21 [informant] => SugarCoatedSweetness [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Teen Years

Contributed by SugarCoatedSweetness on Saturday, 22nd March 2003 @ 02:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Everyone Always Told Me, The Teen Years Are The Most Trying
They Neglected To Tell Me, This Is Where I Would Do Most Of My Crying
No One Bothered To Tell Me, This Is The Time Where All You Can Do Is Wish You Were Dying
These Times, They Feel Too Hard To Ever Get Through
My Friends, My Family, They Seem To Far Way To Get To
Every Day Feels Just Like The One Before, Despite The Fact That It's New
No Matter What I Do, Everybody Yells And Throws A Fit
Each Morning I Wake Up Hating Life And Not Being About To Stand It
Every Day I'm Always Pushed To The Limit
Sometimes I Just Can't Handle It
All Day, Every Day, I Have To Go Through The Same Old Bull*****
Feeling Sad, Feeling Lonely, Feeling Like No One Cares About Me
Nobody Will Ever Understand How I Feel, They Don't Understand Me
I Wish And Wish To Wake Up One Day And Be Somebody Else Because I Don't Want To Be Me
All The Nights, All I Could Do Was Cry Myself To Sleep, Crying In My Bed
Because Of What Happened That Day Or What Was Said
Every Other Thought, Wishing I Was Dead

Copyright © SugarCoatedSweetness ... [ 2003-03-22 02:25:00]
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Re: Teen Years (User Rating: 1 )
by Arwen on Saturday, 22nd March 2003 @ 02:44:36 AM AEST
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Why are you so sad SCS? Who hurt you so badly that you've hidden yourself in that dark angry place? Seems you want to shut out everything...Nothing and no1 should be able to hurt you that way! You're in control here...don't let them scar u. It may seem like you're losing the battle but take heart. U'll pull thro' stronger and believe it or not...when everything over and done with...u'll have this huge brilliant sense of relief. that u made it thro' a war or something...I can identify with the general imagery in your poem. It is beautifully written by the way :)))

* Happiness, always *

Re: Teen Years (User Rating: 1 )
by blain on Saturday, 22nd March 2003 @ 03:04:02 AM AEST
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can totally identify... just hang in there, we'll pull thru together yah? =)

Re: Teen Years (User Rating: 1 )
by crystalfire on Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 05:19:43 PM AEST
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Teen years are the hardest for all of us...(me too, don't worry just hang in there!)...This is a great poem though, and very descriptive! Stick with poetry, it can be your way out when times get rough...

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