Struggles of a Teen
"You have it easy,"
is what they always say.
"Are you starving and not breathing,"
they ask.
"You have no right to complain,"
they mock.
Then why does my life feel like I've been living in vain?
Sure,
I'm not homeless, hungry, or poor,
but I'm not happy.
They don't understand the way I stand by the mirror.
Looking at myself,
wishing I was thinner.
They'll never know how I strive for perfection.
But with every failed attempt,
I get a lack of affection.
They won't understand the pressure I've been through.
Perfection, or you've failed,
but they haven't got a clue.
So sure,
I'm not thirsty or in poverty.
I'm not dying or terminally ill,
but you don't know what it takes for my shoes to be filled.
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