I Know What I Want

I stand by my word

I know what I want

I know its ok

So why would anyone

Be so rude to a kid

I’m a teenager

I’m rude

Not an excuse

But you should see

The damage you’ve done

To little old me

I guess I’m not

Mature enough

To understand

According to you

What a tragedy

That you can't see

How much it hurts

I hide my clothes

Just like I hide myself

From the cruel words

The cruel actions

That seem insignificant

To you

Well fun fact

It hurts

To hear someone I love

Call me inappropriate

My clothes disgusting

Say I go to school to show off my body

I go to learn

High honors

All A’s

No mistakes

Words hurt

Almost as much as a sword

But I’m tired

Of the “fully clothed” person I was

I’m changing

Believe it

Or you’re in for a surprise