The Life Of A Teenaged Soul Poem by Nikita Poffley

What do you see when you look around?
Do you see people looking at the ground?
Do you see people true?
And their real identity doesn’t shine through?

You can’t know what goes on inside their heads,
You don’t know what they feel before bed;
You think that the cheerleader is brave?
Well inside her head she’s about to cave.

People might act tough,
But maybe they’re feeling really rough;
Their act is calm and cool,
Then run from the people at school.

People judge us from the outside in,
They see your lunch in the garbage bin,
They think you’re anorexic, or bulimic,
They just don’t understand that you feel sick.

Nobody wrote a guide,
On how to show your true inside;
Nobody can tell you your goal
Because you’re living the life of a teenaged soul.