just another teenage girl

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Hey, why don’t you smile a little? Hey, why don’t you laugh more? Why do you laugh say so much? Dude, you speak so much stop it you are annoying. You look like a mess, you look nice, hey that guy is staring at you, wear something nice, dont sit like that. You eat like a pig. You eat so little. Eat more. Eat less. You are fat. You are so skinny. You are rude. You are such a bitch etc etc shit.
Well, you know what You and your opinions/ comments/ “ just saying” can go eff themselves cuz I don’t give a rat’s fart about it. I am just another teenage girl dealing with her hormones and stuff I am afraid and maybe not comfortable or anything to speak about, I have my own battles to fight so people who have to say crap to me can go dump themselves in their own shit cuz I honestly neither have time nor energy deal with anything more. Period.

I am just another teenage girl who needs support sometimes, but won’t ever say it cuz duh, who would? I am just another teenage girl who needs love and affection and care from people who could give that to me. I am just another teenage girl who either talks a lot cuz she is an extrovert or I might be just another teenage girl who doesn’t talk much cuz she is busy having a thousand conversations with herself. I am just another teenage girl who has a lot of love to give but no-one to give to; or if I’m lucky I might have someone to give all my love to; or maybe I have a lot of love to give but I’m too scared. I am just another teenage girl who deserves respect like every other person does.

I might have problems at my home, maybe some serious issues with my dad or mom; or if I’m lucky maybe everything is fine at my home and I have loving parents or maybe I don’t have parents at all. I might be cool and chill and be a bitch (or maybe not) but even I am amiable no matter what people say. Maybe I just haven’t found the right group of people yet. Maybe, I really am bad, and if I am I can be better. Maybe, I’m good, but I can be better too. Maybe I’m insecure about the way I look or I am or about my body or maybe I am not. 
But above it all, above all the battles, above all the pain, above all the happiness, above all the sorrows,above all the tears,above all the secrets,above everything that’s hidden beneath I am just another teenage girl, and I intend to stay that way in the eyes of the society cuz I am that one special teenage girl (maybe in a positive way or a negative) in my own eyes and I’d keep it that way.

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