Teen

Lost and never found

Forgotten, without a sound,

Teens feel this way,

I am sorry, is all we say.
 

Beautiful, lost, and broken

The three are the most spoken,

Teens feel this,

Because it started with a kiss.
 

Told that we only feel lust

But those words turns us to dust

Teens are dying,

While the rest of us are lying.
 

Gazing at fire,

Wishing our confidence were higher

Teens live their days

Through our own unique ways.