...or months...
...where the mood is ever changing.
Happy, sad.
Greatful, selfish.
Uplifted.
Destroyed.
I know you have. And so am I. Although up to now it's been daily.
Honestly I must say I in no way believe it has to do with being a teenager.
If it does, and I am wrong, (which may I offer up; could be very likely), then I believe we have an excuse.
Although I don't believe in excuses. There's no such thing. It is what it is and they can choose the way they'd like to take it. But regardless... being a teenager; you are stuck. You can't choose for yourself. You can't say what you want to say because it will be taken with great pain, (I suppose this is what happens when we all become so sensitive that the truth begins to kill).
And yet... we are told to grow up. Think for ourselves. Do something.
How?
~break rant here~
Ups and downs.
I tell myself "you have nothing to be upset over. Be happy. Your life is colorful and loud."
And I still manage to find ways to tone it down and crush it. Smother it in grey.
I'm done with this.
Let me be done with this.
Get out of my way, and make room for sunshine.
That's what you tell them. That's how.
"Get out of my way, and make room for sunshine."
No comments:
Post a Comment