Teenager

I am a teenager

My life is not simple

I am traumatized and scarred

And doing my best

But it seems like adults can’t see this

All they see is an anxious little girl

Who doesn’t seem to care

And yes I am anxious

But I am not a girl

And I am not little

And I can promise you I care

I have suffered

And I have feared

And yet I am still here

So instead of looking at me and thinking

“What a poor little girl”

Look at me and think

“He is strong”

“He has seen horrors and yet he still stands”

You do not have to celebrate every little thing

But I would appreciate the silent understanding

If you would look at me and think

“I may not understand, but I respect”