They say we’re young, they say we’re free,
But no one knows the storm in me.
One moment high, the next one low,
Trying to find the way to go.
We chase our dreams, we crave a voice,
Yet every day, we face a choice.
Between the pressure, fears, and doubt,
Still figuring what life’s about.
Expectations weigh us down,
They want a smile, but see a frown.
“Be mature, but not too fast,
Enjoy your youth, but make it last.”
We scroll through screens, we check the likes,
Searching for worth in all these sites.
But deep inside, we want much more,
Something real, not just a score.
Some of us carry silent pain,
Faking laughs to hide the rain.
Others dream of breaking free,
From homes that steal their energy.
Yet in this chaos, here we stand,
A generation in demand.
Smart and bold, yet scared to fall,
Still learning how to risk it all.
We love, we lose, we rise, we break,
We make mistakes, we bend, we ache.
But through it all, we learn to be,
A little closer to the real “me.”
So here’s to teens our light, our fight,
Our messy paths, our endless might.
For though this road is wild and strange,
We hold the power to bring the change.
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