A spoken word poem on how much our culture glorifies the 'sad' aesthetic. I often feel my emotions aren't validated because I'm told it's a 'teenager' thing, or it's a 'phase' or we're all just lying to fit a certain aesthetic.
But I think that's just a way of dismissing what people feel, so this is a poem describing what it is to be a teenager. (Out of all my spoken word poems, I'd loooove to perform this one the most. :P)