A teen's life
Seeing the world pass me by,
Looking out my small window,
Like a trapped fly.
No one to talk to,
No one to laugh with,
No one to dance with,
I am so lonely, I cannot stand to live.
What is wrong with me?
Am I that ugly? Am I that strange?
Strangeness. Why is everyone so afraid of it?
Some people are strange,
But I'm not.
I may look like it,
But I'm just like you, I have feelings too.
Why aren't you like me?
A lot of people feel like this. One way to help problems is to seek help and work on a positive attitude, not a depressing, "I can't stand to live" attitude.
Alissa Azim, 14, Canyon Park Junior High