Sometimes I am happy, it feels surreal. Sometimes I am happy, it feels surreal.

1, 2, 3, We jump around and see, Where in the trees lives honey bee. 1, 2, 3, We jump around and see, Where in the trees lives honey bee.

Live like you rule the stage. Live like you rule the stage.

Our emotions are our weak veins, So what if we stop caring? Our emotions are our weak veins, So what if we stop caring?

Laughter is the Picasso of childhood Which masks the face of every youth Laughter is the Picasso of childhood Which masks the face of every youth

This is a poem written by a teen. This is a poem written by a teen.