Teenage Longings

written August 1994

I don’t want somebody to tell me to be strong.
I want them to allow me to be weak.

I don’t want someone who thinks they know it all.
I want someone who will care.

I don’t want someone telling me how they think I should fix it.
I want someone who will listen.

I don’t want to look down a finger pointing at me.
I need arms that will embrace me.

My heart is breaking.
It is more than I can bear.

I need someone who is real!

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