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Teenagers

Updated: Jul 30

By Dhanishtha De


Look at me, let me paint the scene,

Teenage struggles, yes, you know what I mean.

Navigating life, it's a bumpy ride,

Got dreams in our hearts, and emotions we hide.


School pressure's on, gotta get them grades,

But sometimes it feels like a never-ending maze.

Homework piling up, deadlines in our face,

Staying up all night, just to keep up the pace.


Teenage struggles, we’re fighting every day,

Trying to find our path, in this world so gray.

Got the weight on our shoulders, but we stand tall,

Through the highs and the lows, we give it our all.


Social media is like a double-edged sword,

The FOMO's real, it's hard to ignore.

Comparing ourselves to filtered perfection,

But real beauty's found in our unique reflection.


I say again, social media is a double-edged sword,

Likes and comments, leaving hearts ignored.

Comparison's the thief of joy, they say it right,

We need to break free, owning our own light.


First loves and heartbreaks, they hit like a storm,

Emotions running wild, we're trying to transform.

Learning to trust, yet facing deceit,

Finding true friendships in the people we meet.



Friendships come and go, like a passing tide,

Betrayals and drama, we gotta let it slide.

Learning who's real, who's got our back,

In this world of fake smiles and masked attacks.


Family conflicts, generational divide,

Trying to find our voice, to let our souls collide.

Parents' expectations, traditions to uphold,

But we're carving our own way, brave and bold.


Parents and teachers, they just don't understand,

We're carving our path, it's all part of the plan.

Dreams and passions burning bright in our souls,

Facing opposition, still aiming for our goals.


Identity exploration, who am I meant to be?

Gender, sexuality, it's a journey to see.

Breaking down barriers, smashing stereotypes,

Rising above hate, and reaching new heights.


By Dhanishtha De



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