feeling like a regular pathetic teen, ~~~ Options

[caitiff]

see me?
can you see me?
look at my skin
this is such a boundry for me
i want to be everywhere
feel everything

i'm young
i'm simple
clawing my way up
searching for feeling
searching for someone
to show me how to live

see me?
can you see me?
look at my eyes
this is such a boundry
i want to see everyone
see everything

i'm young
i'm simple
clawing my way to the top
searching for sight
searching for someone
to show me how to live

see me?
can you see me?
look at my ribs
this is such a boundry for me
i want to breathe hard
breathe full

i'm young
i'm simple
clawing my way to the top
searching for breath
searching for someone
to show me how to live

see me?
can you see me?
look at my back
this is such a boundary for me
i want to grow wings
fly high

i'm young
i'm simple
clawing my way to the top
searching for wings
searching for someone
to show me how to live

i feel so invisible
with all of these boundrys
i feel so little
with no breath and no wings
i need someone to give me sight
make me whole again
show me how to live

[AmbientSnowflake]

Your title, "feeling like a regular pathetic teen," is a great start to your poem. First impressions are important. This introduced me to the general idea of the thoughts. You set up a prerequisite for the poem. Believe it or not, people relate to that. Everyone has been a teenager. Everyone knows teen-anx of growing up.

All of a sudden it hits you. You've had these suspicions for a while, you've been noticing new things, how big the world is. Then you're walking down the hall, twisting the combination of a locker. You turn, like a smack in the face. "Where am I?" The world spins out of control. And begins the search for something real, someone to explain it all. Symbolically, a search begins for a wise old man, who knows the world you seek to understand. The wise man can be a teacher, a parent, a friend's mother.

A mentor of mine said this to me, and I quote, "When the student is ready, the teacher will apear."

Find this person. It's the key. Knowledge is key. Don't be cautious to ask. The questions will only bring more questions. Your perception starts to blend, no longer black and white. It extends into gray. It's ambiguous.

But listen to the caution of the wise. There is a trecherous world beyond the hills. You will be distracted, like Oddysius and the Sirens, their song is irresistable.

If you are a reader there is a book. A mentor of mine gave it to me to read. Girlfriend in a Coma by Douglas Coupland. It's on amazon.com, used, for $2.75. You could find it at a bookstore too, library. I highly recomend it.

I read it in a time where I was drowning in questions. It's a good read. If I took anything away from that book it would be that I learned how to ask questions, and to accept the answers as an untangling rope. There's more.

[Trip like I do]

The delivery is the key, keys unlock doors, doors open boxes, inside boxes are answers, insight.

[AmbientSnowflake]

Answers coming, and coming going on the ways, all the ways they go, going, infiltrating, in in in out in.

[caitiff]

its deciphering them that is the hard thing

[caitiff]

sometimes there is so much information coming in, forcing me from all sides. how do i know what is truth and what is lies....?

[anonymust]

look for no right
then therell be no wrong

remember the sound of a smile, in a voice?

drink water
deep breathing

[Hey Hey]

Take her advice. The methods work!

Hey Hey