Confessions of a 2020 Teen

It’s here
A new year
Adults keep talking about
Things will be clear.

Yet, I fear
My generation won’t mature
Unless things change quickly
And cause division to disappear.

I’m ready to hear
How I can steer
Through the chaos and confusion
Of the separation, accusations, diseases, and negative atmosphere

I want it to be clear
The derision that I hear
Makes it difficult for my generation
To have hope for the future.

Yes, the year
Is here
Let’s see what changes appear.

Confessions of A Teen on the First Day of School

I spent the summer
Avoiding the thought
This day would come.

Yes, I bought the right clothes
Changed my hair
Updated my phone.

None of that helped me
Shake this anxiousness

Will this year be different?
Will it be a success?

Do I have what it takes
To finish this year strong?

Will I be able to bounce back
When things go wrong?

As I walk through the door
And look down the hall

I see the familiar faces
Of those who watched me fall.

The seem surprised I made it back
From last year’s anxiety attack.

But, I realize I am stronger now
I know I can survive.

This year will be my best
Because I am still alive.

This is my fresh start
And I take it as a gift

That I will share with others
Who just might need a lift.

This is the beginning of hope
Absent of fear

This is the beginning
Of a successful year.

Hopeful Thoughts by CiMosley ’19

Confessions of a Teenage Girl Who Hangs out with Boys

Why do you hang out with boys?

Because I don’t like girls.

Why don’t you like girls?

Because…

Mess causes me stress.

Catty and chatty make me batty.

When I hang out with the fellas

I don’t need to compete

Or change myself in any way

To feel complete.

I fit in with my boys

Because we like the same toys

And none of them get mad for no reason.

None of them laugh when I wear something out of season.

In other words, I feel free to just be me

Without all the drama in the club of “She”.

Confessions of a Runaway Teen

Someone said I could find it
Outside of my home
But now that I’m out here
I feel more alone.

I thought I could make it
I felt certain I had the skills
To keep myself alive
But these hunger pains are really hard to kill.

No one looks at me out here.
People don’t seem to notice
I’m wondering around in circles,
And I’m all out of focus

Except the ones who want what I have.
I know they don’t care.
But I’m hoping they turn out to be
Hope in my despair.

They aren’t.
I feel used.
I feel disconnected.
I feel abused.

I need to go back home.
So, I guess I’ll turn around.
What I thought was missing,
I still haven’t found.

Maybe what I needed
Was there all along.
I was so busy wishing that I couldn’t see
All I wanted was a home.

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Help for Runaways

Confessions of a Hopeful Teen

I have a dream

Burning in my heart

For a future

That sets me apart

From the confusing family

That gave me my start.

I plan to have more

Because I know I’m smart.

I don’t have to live defeated

And crushed beneath life’s cart.

I have what it takes

To rise up and depart

The constraints of those

Who only have negativity to impart.

Because in have a dream

Flickering in my heart

I shall live and not die

Until I finish what I start.

I will win this fight

Against the shadows in the dark

I won’t succumb to dread

And the pain of its arrows and darts

Because there is a dream

Shining in my heart.

Confessions of an Intellectual Teen

Yes, I’m smart.

Some admire my thoughts

While others make fun.

Some encourage me to explore

While others want me to ignore

My ability to dig deep

While they just want to sleep.

Well, I have a desire and a drive

To see the world survive

The drought of concern

For humans who discern

The difference between

What is clean and clean.

I think about what is to come

More than what’s already been done.

I want my life to matter

To live above the clatter

Of just getting by

And going through the motions until I die.

I don’t want to just live up to my potential

I want to leave footprints and be intentional

About changing the world.

Confessions of a Wandering Teen

I am like driftwood
Floating on the sea
Looking for a place to land
Trying to find my destiny.

I feel like I’m all alone
Tossing to and fro
Not making good connections
Not sure where to go.

The uncertainty makes me anxious
I’m uncomfortable as I float.
Others seem to have it together.
While I’m grasping for hope.

Most days I feel heavy.
I should have things figured out.
But nothing appeals to me.
I don’t like this drought.

My parents, teachers, and friends
All tell me to just chill.
One day I will know my purpose
But “some day” just doesn’t appeal.

I really want to settle,
To get my future in hand.
I want my life to matter.
Why don’t they understand?

I know that I was made
For more than I see
And this longing in my heart
Is taking over me.

So here I sit adrift
Looking for the shore
Wondering when I will be anchored
To that something more.

Confessions of a Resourceful Teen

They said I couldn’t

That I shouldn’t try

But what I want to know is,

Why?

All it takes is creativity

And the will to make a way.

I need a plan and time throughout the day.

I can have my dreams

Even though it seems

They might be bigger than me.

But isn’t that the point of dreams.

Big, I mean.

My ideas are worth exploring

Not ignoring.

My hands and mind are meant to investigate possibilities

Not get bogged down in probabilities.

I fully intend to reach for the stars

That are called my dreams

Learn all I can even of I have to swim upstream.

I won’t stop until I know

I have gone as high as I can go.

Then I will dream a new dream.