Teen Struggle

It’s a struggle that transformation
You need the right formulation
Greasy hair, spotty skin
Fretting over what you’re wrapped in
Obsessive eating, disorders and diets
Kids saying “smoking, go on try it”.
You have to be the same as the rest
Your emotions and feelings put to the test
No-one cares about the individual you
Whether you’re happy, excited angry or blue
Being ‘in’ popular and cool
Is what you care about at school!
Not working hard and achieving well
It’s all about whether you’re fat or you smell
Worry each day “what will they think”?
Am I ugly? Do I stink?
Changing looks, changing clothes
Spot on my forehead, bright red nose
Don’t listen to my parents
They don’t know anything
I only care about what I’m wrapped in
That’s what kids think, how they talk

I have loved my parents, before I learnt to walk

I have loved them all my life, thirteen years, and will continue to
I won’t listen to that crowd, I’ll be individual, that’s what I’ll do
I don’t label myself; I’m not a toy in a shop

I don’t think it’s wise to label, no its not

I’m not a Chav, Skater, Goth or Emo
I’m me, myself, Victoria Munro!