One has a taste for old-fashioned jeans,
One has the will but has no means
One of them works so hard she loses
All herself indeed.
One is unlike other teens,
One of them cries at movie themes
One of them fights for pointless things
And all are frightened.
One of them has no favorite song,
One of them dances all night long
One of them must be well
But we haven't talked for long.
One of them, like many others
And like me as well
Thought to be fine when they weren't
And when they were thrown a hand
They felt so happy but so cautious,
Sitting on the shelf, they felt
Happy just to be screwed over
But denied and rather felt safe.
