Being Fourteen

I am fourteen.
I drank too much caffeine,
I vomited it; its color was green.
I hope it was unseen.

It’s not easy fourteening,
Reading books; finding the meaning.
I am always singing, but inside dying.
It’s a terrible feeling; I’m hoping to be dreaming.

Playing different roles, for everyone you’ve met.
Wanting all the applause, you can get.
Don’t know what you said,
But embarrassed to red.

Standing tall when you’re heart is bleeding,
Always screaming.
Never been said easy,

By Jacob S

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