We fight with something that looks like depression

Something that looks like anxiety

Some of us ADHD

Others simple spirit of procrastination

But, it's okay, they say

Because they haven't lived through what we live through everyday

They think it's easy to be a teen

In twenty nineteen

I don't want to say we have it hard

Because we have it easy if we compare

Ourselves to the ones living in despair

But our lives still cut as deep as a glass shard.

So how is it fine,

When some of us are committing suicide,

Smoking weed, getting drunk, just to numb the pain,

That's killing us when we lay on our sides?

It's just a phase, they say

But we just want to feel okay,

Maybe even better than today

But it's just a phase, they say.

-Christella