Teen Anxiety Poems

I turned fourteen, the world turned cold,
The light I knew felt strange, controlled.
They said these years would shape my soul—
But all I feel is lost...

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In the world of today girls feel the need to sexualize themselves. 
Social validation is more important to them than personal values, family, and getting...

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I want to write love poems
About what i feel inside
But every instinct i have
Just tells me to hide

I bleed on paper
I write out my blues
So...

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Ebony eyes with teeth a biting stare
Haunting me with a green glare
Chewing at me with anticipation 
What is wanted is imagination 

Envious heart fancies me...

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“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?”

Someone like her.
Someone who doesn’t stand out
Not with looks
Not with...

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He doesn’t trust me. I told him the truth. He doesn’t care that I told the truth, he believes them. He thinks that I lied....

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verses dipped in gray ink
his blue sky failed to turn pink 
color changed faster than light
love in gray his soul screams
moon obscured by the fog
he...

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I'm sick of the silence
I’m sick of the distance
I’m sick of hiding
I’m sick of being someone i’m not
I’m sick of trying too hard just to...

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{"I have launched myself through the fields that descend towards an endless rampage, 
Of my soul, 
We draw ourselves into it hand in hand, 
We...

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Salt cascaded across sharp jagged edges of obsidian glass,  forgotten but never in the past. Prominent and worn ,used and torn
 Once to plague...

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1.) 
“The same waste stays un-cleaned”,
Something like that was said. 
And I’ve spent time missing, 
Must’ve thought I was dead. 
The boy says the man’s...

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I've gotten better 

Or so I thought

Cuz suddenly the words

I'm not okay 

And

I want to die

Left my mouth

Which is weird

Because I thought I was better 

But that's not...

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whipping window glass covered with dew,
I perched to get a panoramic view.
Meadow in front is still in shape, 
Resuming to become place of escape.
Calling my...

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A wandering soul
Lost and confused
An un-played role
So mentally abused

If I cry
I seem weak
A displayed lie
Purpose, I seek

I didn't live that life
I found an exit
Looked for...

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Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids

The shooter often a kid as well
This time...

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