I Am A Teenage Girl

I am a teenage girl.

I am a supporting friend.

I am the friend that you can count on.

I am the one that everyone counts on even in my darkest times.

I am the one who can’t count on people even when I am there for them even when I don’t wanna be.

I am the one who shows up for other people but almost never for myself.

I am trying to build better relationships with myself and my family.

I am trying at getting better friends who can actually care about me and not use me.

I am growing as a person on the outside but on the inside people can’t see that I am hurting.

I am becoming a better person but it’s a big habit of mine to mask with almost everyone.

I am fighting my own battles and crying while I am doing it but on the outside I put a smile on my face.

I am fighting the urge to lay down and mope all the time but it get’s tough minute by minute.

I am tired of people who use me and then back stab me.

I am what some people think that I am resilient from bullies but really I wanna cry.

I am working on trying not to mask and be myself but I can’t help but mask.

I am picking my battles and the battle I have chosen is beating me up.

I am struggling with friends but I have one friend who has stuck by me for 7 years and I have someone who is growing with me day by day let alone second by second.

I am wondering if this is what school is supposed to be like for a 10th grade girl.

I am glad for seasons of summer so that I am finally away from these fake people.

I am a teenage girl.