Poem - Teena(n)g(st)ers

parties are no longer fun and games fighting over spilled milk is no longer a serious thing you're weird if you play with dolls, and the word "toy" has an all new meaning    so does everything else deciding every day what you're taking from your closet pants or a shirt, a jacket a skeleton, or your sexuality and which one of those things you want the most attention for you're worried about outdoing each other while you're all out doing each other some even creating new lives within their new lives and not thinking about how it will affect your life, when really, you don't even have one because every move you make is social suicide and you can't choose your friends, because your actions choose them for you the teen age, is teen angst and that's all it'l ever be it'll be the 7/10ths of a decade where you lived more than you should have            the 7/10ths of life you'll remember hating the most            the 7/10ths of a time where you wished you were dead     and the 7/10ths you'd give the world to go back to because the teen age is all angst and that's all it'll ever be.