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We Are Teenagers

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MissTsukii

Published: Jan 10, 2013

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We are Teenagers

Hands in the pocket, with the headphones on
Chilling out, playing pranks
"Kid! Are your senses gone?!
-Ah, Troublesome teens!"

T roublesome
   E nergetic
      E ducated?
Gen - N ext
               A ll the
                   G uys and girls,
                       E verything we
                           'R'
                              is S exy!
Fast food all the way,
bu' 26 waist-size that must stay
eight pack, biceps and the rest
"Epic", "Awesome" kicks out "the best"

Haircuts, highlights-Red, blue, gold
Tattoos and piercings-"Oh! So bold!"
And Spikes and Faux-hawks the gel must hold.

Painted nails, boring emails
Online we go- TTYL, ROFL, LMFAO
Virtual reality? –"True Story bro!" #trollface

Geeks studying, chics partyin'
B-boys, playboys, roses and guns
We ain't spoilt teens,
just wanna be Everything at Once!

Engines rev after six
Bikes, cars and cool tricks
Adrenaline rush-Here we go!
Our Attitude-Awesome without 'me' is just Aweso'
They say "Why me?"
We say "Try Me!"
for We act , we protest
We take Life to be an adventurous test.
We raise voices, we make our own choices!

We are honest, we are cool
Heck yeah! Teenagers rule!

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I thought a long time for this.....I'm a teenager too, and i've not experienced half of what i wrote. It's just my idea of a perfect teen and an idea to the adults that teens wanna be everything at once and that they are the future. I hope everyone enjoys this!

P.S Oh yeah, I'm thinking of coming up with a tune to this one. I don't know if it can make a good song

And yeah! The WONDERFUL preview image is by the amazingly multi-talented artist, ~Vive-Le-Rock Here's a direct link to her gallery [link]