Lingering in the air like the smell of a long crushed cigarette
Haunting my dreams like a ghost that won’t go away
Shaping my future as if I can’t change it
Judging me in every way possible
The room is silent
Yet the tension is deafening
I want to slice it away with my courage
But it appears to be too thick for my plastic words
With a voice that’s programmed inside my head
It taunts me
And attempts to pull me back
Keep me in the darkness as I blindly reach for the light
Do you think that I have not learned?
Do you mistake my mistakes for intentions?
Do you think I won’t overcome this?
No matter what my past is only I am in control of my future.
Neither you, nor anyone can tell me how to direct my life.
I hold the pen to write the ending to my story.
I am in the driver’s seat driving my life down the path that I want it to go.
You will forever be something I leave behind and watch distantly in my rearview mirror.
Complaints Of A Teenager 