They say we\u2019re young, they say we\u2019re free,
But no one knows the storm in me.
One moment high, the next one low,
Trying to find the way to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2019s about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some of us carry silent pain,
Faking laughs to hide the rain.
Others dream of breaking free,
From homes that steal their energy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n