Teenage Girl
I wonder what your doing now, I wonder where you are, How your days going, Did you stop drinking? Did you stop letting all those guys hit you? Did you stop hitting back? But there's no way you could ever tell me You're done with me How i am, you.
There's so much I kept from you, Remember that boy you banned me from seeing? We stayed together for two years and got engaged. He was controlling. She's trans now.
I self harm, i have anxiety, i've battled with eating disorders for years trying to cope with the insecurities of being a teenage girl. But it wasn't just the negativity that i was so desperate to hide
Every first date, Every first kiss, Every, last, kiss, My first drop of alcohol, My first cigarette, Every dance rehearsal and stage show, I hid.
And i still keep myself hidden.
You wouldn't know about the late nigjt conversations i have about the boy who doesn't reply or that time i met sam smith an English singer.. in Amsterdam.
You wouldn't know how many photos ive taken, How many songs I've sung, How many competitions I've entered, Let alone the ones i've actually won.
You wouldn't know because no one else does. Well, no one that really matters.
I flood social media in the hope that new followers can fill the void you left #atleastsomeonetakinganinterest
But i am sick of being THAT teenage girl
I dont want to feel sorry I dont want to feel guilty For leaving behind someone that i can still hear shouting at me Who i can still feel slapping my face Who i can still still see throwing glass at me..
Which is why i dont want to know what you're doing Where you are or how your days going Because i an that teenage girl who is done I'm done with you How you are, me














