We the teens of this world
Sometimes think our life will end
With the heartbreak and suffering
But you need to stop to pretend
That you are okay on the inside.
The ways people can use you
Is not the way it should be
With each tear that falls
Think of the sea.
There are plenty places deep down
As if all the life under there are people.
Look around and see the images
Sometimes there is good
And sometimes there is bad.
In the end the ways they treat you
May make you mad.
Just remember that you are you
That is the only way to get through::
The bipolar-love
The exceeding punishment
That you have been dealt…......
and life.