I am a teenager with an infant heart,
a little wrong push could make it crack.
Forced to put up with their bads,
they try to make me be on the rack.

There is no chance
for that, I'll write my own chronicles.
I'll make my plans
and lay down my own principles.

There is nothing else to tolerate,
among many,they me feel like an oik.
To be known for my faith and not fate,
I'll train myself to be poised.

A legion of stars settles in the galaxy,
I am one and the brightest of all.
Refusing to be made a poxy,
I'll thrive and at the end,stand tall.

Who calls another a loser?
He is ignorant that he is nickel-and-dime.
Who lifts the head like a Prima Donna?
His pride will turn to shame with time.

No one will make me an object of ridicule.
Even if they do,it would only strengthen my resolve
to stand firm,strong and remain cool.
No matter what I am made to face,my resolve will not dissolve.

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