Teenage Tragedy

Vulnerable, pesky, 

Desperate for social approval

I just jumped on the bandwagon. 

It's either inane or a cardinal sin, 

Peer pressure, anxiety, and many other things, 

But I still wanted to fit in. 

So I smiled, posed, glossed, and faked, 

A 'cool kid' trophy was hard to get. 

Not that I ever got a buzz out of it

I can't verbalize the feeling, you can't feel it! 

Thought I've fallen into the abyss

But all it takes to embrace sanity is valor, 

not tattoos, streaks, or chic denim. 

Then I can make my own crowd, 

Minus the social venom!