mood, motivational, poem, poems, poetry, teenager

The Puzzle

You think you know me?

You THINK you do.

You think you’ve solved my puzzle?

Well you should think that through.

You’ve solved two pieces out of a hundred, congratulations.

Yeah I admit, my puzzle does need some patience.

Ive got two faces, but you`ve only seen one.

And that one is the pretty face, bubbly, happy, fun.

It shows most of the time, overshadowing the other, that no one wants to see.

But as much as I want to deny it, its a part of me.

Every now and then, when my world comes crashing down,

The usual smile turns into a frown.

I cant explain it, sometimes theres no reason,

Its like a quick change of weather, from the sunny, to the rainy season.

Over weeks and weeks my happy side shows, ignoring the bad.

The bad does stay with me, but I ignore it, dont let it make me mad.

And the smile turns bigger, so it can hide this pile of badness thats accumulating in my brain.

Its there to hide how much it actually causes me pain.

I want to be strong, and never show fears.

Ignore my sadness, Ignore the tears.

And every once in a while, when the burden becomes to big to hold in,

My whole world comes crashing in.

Like a dam breaking.

And all that just because I was was faking.

Faking and hiding, behind that beautiful smile.

But let me tell you, that fades every once in a while.

The happy side is pleasant, but once in a while its okay,

To let that smile fade away.

Our minds need some time to deal with the bad,

And if you choose to ignore that, it will make you sad.

Even if the bad might seem ever so small and insignificant, deal with it.

It wont do you any bad, it will give you a benefit!

And then you can be happy, and smile without having to hide,

The other burdened, side.

Because the burden will be gone, and the side will feel free,

And both sides will be in harmony, just like waves in the sea.

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funny, poem, poems, poetry, teenager, things

“Just teenager things”

Sometimes they`re not very trusting.

Sometimes they`re in a bad mood.

Sometimes they have their own opinion on something.

Sometimes they dont like their food.

“Those are just teenager things”-my mom used to say.

All they do is one thing stupider than another, and that, everyday.

They walk through life like it were some sort of game,

Dreams are unrealistic, be a superstar, have fame.

“Those are just teenager things”-my mom used to say.

But how are those teenager things?

How is it bad to have dreams and goals, unrealistic to reach, and fly with our imaginary wings?

How is it different to anyone else, old, young or in between?

We all have our own opinions, weather we are old, young or a teen.

“Those are just teenager things”-my mom used to say.

But I can prove her wrong!

All they do is be human, just like everyone else, some more crazy than others, and that, everyday.

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