by Anisa Smith
Shoutout to the depressed and over-stressed teenagers in the USA.
Only seventeen, a monster in the American dream
See these teeth? See this smile?
Inside, only burning, seething, all the while
This is it, I'm your child
Give me tags, give me names
I need the boxes to stay sane (this is what they say)
Troubled kid, she'll stay the same
How did things get this way (just how it is in this day & age)
Watch me falter, watch me fall
I cut my wrists, continue on
This is it, that is all.