Thoughts of An American Teenager

Maybe I’m crazy

That’s how I feel anymore

But I just can’t seem to help it

I just need to let my feelings pour

Maybe that’s what this is for


Maybe I’m crazy

But I can’t help but think

That the saner you become

The blinder you become

To everything in the world that’s not wrong

I can’t say I know a whole lot

But I think I can say I know a little

The little I’ve allowed myself to be taught

For these are the simple thoughts

Of an average American teenager:


It seems the older I get and more I see

The more convinced I become

That no one truly knows what they want to be

Everyone searches through answers- with technology

We’ve become such an uncommunicative people

Running to the movies and from the steeple


Each one believes he is right

But we can’t tell each other we’re not

We know there’s gold at the rainbow’s end

And circling around, that’s what we’ve sought

Everyone of us somehow becoming caught


To make money we have to pay

And to get love we have to cheat

Making friends, we stab backs

Knowing people we don’t take the time to meet

And we win, pretending we aren’t already beat


We keep on trading up and up

One lease is followed by a loan

One marriage is followed by an engagement

Consistently inconsistent, we’re prone

To being so open we end up alone


None of us know how to control our lives

So to let it go we drink another bottle

Through this, we forget our other addictions

That are helping us go on as we accept the model

Driving through life on full throttle


We’re living the best, but we’re not overjoyed

While from other countries people die

To just experience this way of life

And yet we continue to live a lie

Because we don’t have the guts to ask why


Our opinions are formulated for us

As we gain our information from the news

While eating lunch, we see the latest war

At the same time, we’re fed old views

And we don’t care that we’ve become used


Oh, our old world is circling on

As we, ourselves, are spinning

Around the same old truths and lies

Around the same old troubled innings

But we’ll continue to make believe we’re winning


We’ll say we’re traveling in a straight line

When, in fact, we know we never were

We’ll pretend there’s value in this stuff

When we know there really is a cure

We’ll pretend there is no such thing as pure


Each of our clocks has to run out

And no one wants to see how much time is left

For then we’d have to ask what this is about

And actually take into account our doubt,

Face what facts have really won,

And see at face value what we’ve become-


Maybe I’m crazy

That’s how I feel anymore

But I just can’t seem to help it

I just need to let my feelings pour

Maybe that’s what this is for


Maybe I’m crazy

But I can’t help but think

That the saner you become

The blinder you become

To everything in the world that’s not wrong


I can’t say I know a whole lot

But I think I can say I know a little

The little I’ve allowed myself to be taught

For these are the simple thoughts

Of an average American teenager.

-- Written by Sandy Heights

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