Who is she?

Go ahead and see.

The sunrise is her wake up call, but ten alarms later she still has dreams to recall.

Time can wait or time can stop, none bothers her for she's on top,

Of all those thoughts that scream delusional but keep her like the others, institutional.

Like the sand on the beach, she soaks it all in but unlike the water her feelings don't dry.

The pebbles in the park await her walk, with music, cries and emotional talk.

Happy or sad she smiles at the dogs and trees,

When it rains, that's her chance to shed her tears in the cold breeze.

On Monday the vegetables seem to cry,

acknowledging her health conscious try.

Tuesday boasts to the other days since it is the day she got much praise,

for being born, in amicable ways.

The third day of the week has her excited,

a pizza, friends and she's rather delighted.

Homework, assignments and notes know that their time has come to grab her attention, but will she fulfill her duty or procrastinate and focus on her inner beauty.

The weekend has given itself another name: lazy.

Why?

As her bed is her day and night,

with her energy nowhere in sight.

The machine that keeps her alive is the mind, where the future is imagined, present is forgotten and past is regretted.

Sometimes she thinks of changing her ways and starting to pray,

But fear tells her to stay away,

From anything positive, new and full of rays.

Does she know the decisions she takes, have not only consequences but repercussions at stake?

Yes she does, but she only has the knowledge not the understanding.

With perception and opinions buzzing around it appears not so upstanding.

Kindness is the language she speaks,

And like candy she is sweet indeed.

However, when hurt even black coffee watches astonished at her bitter read.

Willpower is her cup of tea,

And effort is a piece of cake.

When needed she will abide by the changes they want her to make.

Who is she?

Just a teenage girl.