Old enough to know better, pissed enough not to care.
Bad Moon Rising by Sherrilyn Kenyon
She’s only fifteen, a young woman to the world but still a little girl at heart. She’s stuck in the middle trying to act her age and have fun at the same time. She’s trying to achieve her goals but not get too stressed. She’s trying to fall in love while trying to be independent at the same time, learning to fly out into the world on her own while deep down inside she just wants her daddy’s arms wrapped around her. She’s trying to smile through it all, even through the pain. She’s seen her friends and family get hurt and she’s even seen some of them die but she keeps her faith in God. She can’t wait to grow up but in a way she’s already there. She’s only fifteen, so young but not.
She’s just a typical teenage girl – angry, insecure, confused, hopeless romantic who trusts and forgives everyone, innocent at an extent. She wants you to tell her everything will be okay but she hates to be lied to.
I’m nowhere near perfect. I eat when I’m bored, I fall for boys too easily, I’m vulnerable to believing lies, I’m hoping that one day I don’t need a fake smile and made-up stories to get someone to like me. I live by quotes that explain exactly what I’m going through and I make up excuses for everything. I have my best friends and my enemies, drama, and memories. I’m just your average typical teenager.
I’m a young soul in this very strange world hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake.
New Soul by Yael Naim Lyric
I have a best friend. I don’t listen to my parents. I feel like no one understands me. I talk on the phone and go online instead of doing homework. There’s that one special guy who I would die to be with. So yeah, basically I’m a teenager.
I am every emotion times ten. I conform yet I’m rebellious, always obeying but somehow still an outlaw, always talking but never heard- I am a teenager.
Drama. Lies. Tears. Three cheers to teenage years!
I sometimes wonder if anyone will ever understand what I mean, if anyone will ever overlook my ingratitude and not worry about whether or not I’m Jewish and merely see me as a teenager badly in need of some good, plain fun.
Diary of A Young Girl by Anne Frank