Teens in the white room

Here it is a guessing game.

The lingering looks and stares.

Questions of "What's wrong with them?" Run through everyone's head

Is she anti-social?

Does he want to die?

Oh she's definitely bulimic.

Here it is teen angst galore.

Here it's muddy sneakers and fuzzy hair.

It's melting faces and picked skin.

Tucked close knees and nervous twitches.

You can tell they're one of the crazies.

A girl walks in like a ghost.

We all look up but no one notices.

She is not the only one who is dead.

Bones protruding, her face is skeletal.

But her grin is as deadly as poison.

Overlapping lines on skin are normal here.

Poetry carved into your wrists this is not art. This, is sadness.

It's hormones mixed with genetics.

Hushed stories of rape and suicides.

Teen magazines ripped to shreds.

A bloody towel.

Pills litter our minds.

Serotonin deficiency and mood swings.

Just call me depressed you assholes.

Just call me,

A teen.