you thought that being young

would be so many things.
skipping school
and running through fields,
sitting in the sun with friends,
going to parties,
coming home late
and not remembering it the next day,
taking buses
and trains,
not caring where they went,
as long as you were with
those few special people.
kissing cute boys,
and dressing up to go
on first dates.
sitting in coffee shops,
talking about everything
and nothing.
you expected adventures,
stories that you could tell
your grandchildren one day.

you didn't expect to be stuck
in the same monotonous routine.
going to school,
having to face people
you strongly dislike
on a daily basis.
feeling worthless,
and you're so used to being tired
that it is now a part of you
and you can't remember
the last time you felt awake.
feeling pressured,
trapped,
like there will never be
a way out.
and, most of all,
you feel alone.