Teen Crisis in a World of GlitzBeneath the neon haze of youth’s bright stage,
Teens chase a fleeting, shimmering mirage.
Hair dyed electric, streaks of rebel flair,
Cropped short, or long, or spiked with daring care.
Fades and mullets, colors bold and brash,
Each strand a scream to stand out in the clash. Dresses cling tight, or baggy, torn, and free,
Logos blazoned loud for all the world to see.
Sneakers gleam, fresh from the hype’s hot press,
Or vintage finds, a nod to retro finesse.
Styles shift like tides, a restless, endless quest,
To wear the “cool,” to rise above the rest. Parents’ wealth, a shadow looming large,
Bankrolls the flex, the drip, the lavish charge.
Designer bags, gold chains, the latest phone,
A status game where money sets the tone.
Swipe the card, stack the likes, and pose,
Flaunting cash to mask the heart’s repose. But in the mirror, past the gloss and sheen,
Lies a crisis brewing, raw and rarely seen.
Who am I? they ask, beneath the curated mask,
What’s my worth beyond this fleeting, trending task?
The world demands a show, a perfect shell,
Yet souls grow heavy in this shallow spell. Education’s purpose drifts, a distant star,
Lost in the noise of who we think we are.
Not just grades or tests to pass the day,
But tools to carve a deeper, truer way.
To question, seek, and understand the why,
To find the spark that lights the inner eye. Give them books, but also space to dream,
Teach them roots, yet let their spirits gleam.
Tools of thought—empathy, grit, and grace,
To navigate the world’s chaotic pace.
Not wealth or style, but wisdom’s steady hand,
To build a life on truth, where they can stand. For in the crisis of the teenage soul,
Lies a quest for meaning, to make them whole.
Beyond the hair, the clothes, the fleeting show,
Guide them to purpose—help them grow.
Teens chase a fleeting, shimmering mirage.
Hair dyed electric, streaks of rebel flair,
Cropped short, or long, or spiked with daring care.
Fades and mullets, colors bold and brash,
Each strand a scream to stand out in the clash. Dresses cling tight, or baggy, torn, and free,
Logos blazoned loud for all the world to see.
Sneakers gleam, fresh from the hype’s hot press,
Or vintage finds, a nod to retro finesse.
Styles shift like tides, a restless, endless quest,
To wear the “cool,” to rise above the rest. Parents’ wealth, a shadow looming large,
Bankrolls the flex, the drip, the lavish charge.
Designer bags, gold chains, the latest phone,
A status game where money sets the tone.
Swipe the card, stack the likes, and pose,
Flaunting cash to mask the heart’s repose. But in the mirror, past the gloss and sheen,
Lies a crisis brewing, raw and rarely seen.
Who am I? they ask, beneath the curated mask,
What’s my worth beyond this fleeting, trending task?
The world demands a show, a perfect shell,
Yet souls grow heavy in this shallow spell. Education’s purpose drifts, a distant star,
Lost in the noise of who we think we are.
Not just grades or tests to pass the day,
But tools to carve a deeper, truer way.
To question, seek, and understand the why,
To find the spark that lights the inner eye. Give them books, but also space to dream,
Teach them roots, yet let their spirits gleam.
Tools of thought—empathy, grit, and grace,
To navigate the world’s chaotic pace.
Not wealth or style, but wisdom’s steady hand,
To build a life on truth, where they can stand. For in the crisis of the teenage soul,
Lies a quest for meaning, to make them whole.
Beyond the hair, the clothes, the fleeting show,
Guide them to purpose—help them grow.
