A poem that @Penelope wrote to go along with my drawing. 

Teenagers
We have created masks for ourselves 
And we forget the way we looked before we wore them.
Our faces smile
Our true feelings hidden underneath 
The thick layers of the mask.

Teenagers 
We cry for ourselves 
Because who else
Will we cry for?
And when our tears dry up
We are left with the reality 
We have made for ourselves. 

Teenagers
Yes we are happy
But no we aren’t perfect.
We are flawed and scarred
Just like the rest of us. 

Teenagers
We are loved by others
Even though we might not be by ourselves. 
We have people to guide us
Even though we sometimes 
Push them away. 

Teenagers
It isn’t all bad
We just need to learn to shed the mask
And accept who we are.
And  to stop pretending to be
Someone we are not. 

Teenagers
Caught in the middle
Of childhood and adulthood
Not knowing 
Where we are going next. 

We are Teenagers.