a peculiar young teen wrote this

What do you see, chum? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
-a peculiar young teen, not very wise
uncertain, conceited, with far-away eyes.

Who ignores when you call, and makes no reply
When you say in a loud-voice “young highness, benign”
Who seems not to bother the things that you do
And forever is tactless, cold-blooded and cruel

Who reluctant or not, goes against your will
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
She’s broken, anon, she’s torn, she’s unreal.
Open your eyes now, you’re not looking at me

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
Exasperation within me, the hunger to kill
a small child at five, so loved and revised
sweet as a candy, innocence entice

A growing soul at eight, no reasons to cry
Some reasons to fight, some tears; I hide
A rebel for a cause, I’m bad, I’m eleven
Like serpents in hiding, so latent, so driven.

A young girl at fifteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming soon now, a lover she’ll meet
Alluring, so young. She shines like a star
One ticker away, from the getaway car

Inside she crumbles, innocence departs
There is now a stone, where she once had a heart.
The swain in you, like a fool in the swine
Regret befalls me, emotions untwine

Within this façade, the little girl dwells
Now and again, my battered heart swells.
Time’s too little, all’s gone too fast
I’ll accept the stark fact that nothing will last

So open your eyes, fool, open and see.
Not a peculiar young teen, look closer.. see ME