Today I had a conversation with some teens, and below is a short synopsis poem of what I interpreted from the different discussions. Our teens need our help and prayers, not our criticism.
Pain and heartache is all I know.
The life of a teen is more than people know.
The pressure, influence, drugs, and sex.
The only reason I’m living is to get paid.
I don’t know how long I’ll live. I don’t even know if I have anything in this life to give.
I’m lost, confused, and misguided. There is no one to show me the way.
I can’t be down with everyone, but I must be down with someone.
I mean someone’s got to have my back, right?
I want to do right, but all I know is wrong. I wish I had someone to care. To pray for me. To genuinely love me. Does anyone notice?
I’m here all alone. Waiting for someone who is strong, so maybe I can follow them. All I need is a positive influence, but everyone is just like me.
Everyone’s a follower…