No one ever asks the teenage

Whenever something happens, we’re always over seen.

We don’t ever seem to speak up, afraid to sound harsh and mean.

So we bottle it inside, quiet in our rooms we hide.

Hoping they can somehow know, the feelings we could never show.

So hide them all away, in a ripped old box backstage.

Because no one seems to bother; no one ever asks the teenage

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