found poem wrote like  turn   now sixteen problem would still remain teen one year older would stop playing dolls tried convincing last night crying crying quietly steadily crazy people changed ones called best mates left ground swept beneath teachers encouraged learn asking memorize run run behind grade asking first good human parents well theyre supporting stare stare world questions left unheard soon would sixteen would change school best mates would disappear would treated like adult asked perfect tell cant girl alright tell fell fell many times perfect aint got glossy locks pretty skin colour responsible still hate alone would love hug bear date coming near dear seem far near knew hard turning   world began see