To misunderstood teenagers everywhere: It gets better. Wait for it.
This is for you:
Back to those zit-infested mornings
where your face was like pizza,
or the ugly side of the moon
shining on a class full of strangers
who cannot understand what you are
going through. Loveless
eyes scanning the area desperately
for lips to hang from, and words to decipher.
Back to days where insignificance
is of such great significance,
where the high is the low,
if you want to fit in
with the in-crowd of moaners.
Katy Perry reminds us well
of those hot days in summer with lovewords
pasted in online chatrooms.
It was the dialogue of the era.
A constant buzzing chatter, meaningless
communication. This was.