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American Teen

With words alone they knock me off my feet At class they push me around and call me freak Should I do the same, sell drugs on the street, Stoop to these filthy rats when I'm at my peak? You were their beautiful make belief doll Put on a smile now, but tired of these close calls Every night you break down in the bathroom stall Finding out this isn't what you wanted at all Is it normal to feel worthless, a girl With stubborn dreams? I'm sorry for all the questions But it's all new to me Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Smoking stinky clouds to fill up the room After persistently warning me not to Now you drink to impress those at school Two months ago you were happy being you Passing me the pipe saying don't worry As you hand me the poison so casually I ask should I be trembling restlessly, And just let the acidic demons run free? Is it normal to feel like I'm choking, Like I can't breathe? I'm sorry for all the questions But it's all new to me Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Upchuck a river of green stomach waste Slip 'n' slide until the floors thoroughly laced Crushing all our high standards in disgrace Getting a glimpse of our futures face to face Knock me down cause I'm quiet and shy Through every beating, I ask why me, why? Cause I believe that tomorrow is nigh Making me think I'm nobody pushed aside It's tough when my own friends turn against me Cause in this hazy room I refuse to breathe Ten people tug at my shirt, should I leave? I'm tempted to cave, tonight I feel so weak It's funny how out of nowhere friends change Telling me I should get with it and act my age Live it up now then rot in a tight cage Yeah, it's funny how out of nowhere friends change Maybe I should do the same Act like it's all just a game Do what I want like a true American teen Come home late from the party all battered and green Lose myself to white powder Watch as my insides grow sour Ought'a screw it like a true American teen Isn't that what everyone expects me to be? Someday you'll awake and see the blue sky A foolish old man barely even alive Too high to remember all those black eyes All those glorious years you just waved goodbye NOTE: I often wonder what it might have been like to grow up in a normal high school, doing normal high school things. There's a part of me that wanted to experience it all... and another part of me is thankful I didn't have to.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/26/2013 12:14:00 AM
is there any of your poems about your home-schooled life? i think it would be interesting to read it.. This one is so genuine, it is like you are watching movie, and i think it is a song lyrics, isnt it? :)
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Date: 5/12/2013 12:27:00 AM
Powerful write, Timothy. I honestly don't know what public school is like in the US. I went to a private church owned school the time I was there and made some pretty awesome friends. Drugs? You could get some if you knew who to ask...pressure to be part of the "in" crowd..some of that too. I did get teased because I was from the Middle East where war was rampant. "What do you call a girl who gets a leg blown off..ah..I Lean!" All in all, it was good. Your write does raise some great questions.
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/12/2013 8:47:00 AM
Thanks for always being so open in your comments when you read me... I always appreciate that. Yes... it's a bit extreme to think ALL American teenagers are wasted. I wrote this, however, at a time where that's what it felt like (for me). Sometimes when I look back at old poems it feels like someone else wrote it... but it's just simply because we are all the time changing.
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Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/12/2013 12:30:00 AM
I like how the repeated stanza drives the message home. You have a gift, my friend. You're a "voice crying in the wilderness." Like that voice, you will get opposition. Never fear standing up for what you believe in, but also...don't swing to the extreme. Not every American Teen is so liberal and "wasted". The Bible belt states don't fit in this description, I think. Proud of you for looking deeper.
Date: 5/10/2013 8:23:00 PM
wow, Tim now you have me wondering what it might have been like if i did not grow up in a normal high school.... well after reading your poem..I'm gonna plead the 5th... LOL... wink~ LINDA
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/10/2013 10:20:00 PM
Hahaha... you're too funny PD. I realize I'm in the minority here when it comes to homschooling... lol.
Date: 5/10/2013 6:25:00 PM
I grew up in a home with heavy drinking, drugs and smoking. It held no allure for me. My friends always thought I was a bit strange but I was not tempted. My life is much better and half my problems were eliminated right out of the gate. This should be read by every middle school and High School kid. Simply fantastic.
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/10/2013 10:18:00 PM
Pleased to know the message was received. Peer pressure is an ugly thing...
Date: 5/10/2013 2:26:00 PM
End of day Tim, it's what you make of it, I've been out with the crowd, don't mean I've run with them, I'm teetotal and never touched drugs, as long as you have adrenaline and a burning desire to observe what more do you need? you can still enjoy. Think you might have pulled here Tim, nice too, good luck
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/10/2013 10:17:00 PM
How true! Observation is a powerful tool and something you can never get bored of and/or master it. We are always learning... thanks for reading.
Date: 5/10/2013 11:31:00 AM
WHAT!? Are you serious no one has commented yet? Well, I will. This was INCREDIBLE! Are you homeschooled? I am and frankly pretty much everything you've said in this poem is EXACTLY what I've been going through the past year. Never be afraid to be yourself. Cause in the end they'll come to their senses while you had yours the entire time. I LOVED this poem. Amazing.
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 5/10/2013 10:14:00 PM
That's a good way to put it Caleah. Keeping a hold of your senses as long as possible :) And yes I am homeschooled... most of my life.

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