Selfie Photos

Last night at the quiet, rainy lake where I fish, I waited for my friend. He hadn't shown up yet. I smoked a cigarette, the air still and damp. Bored, I took some selfies with the background of teen vandalism or graffiti splashed across a wall.

![](https://images.ecency.coThe graffiti symbolized rebellion and a search for personal identity. Teens often hang out there, leaving their marks behind. It’s their space to express, to belong, and to shout silently through colors and symbols.

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On the weekend, around twelve or fifteen teens gather here. They hang out for hours, talking, laughing, and playing music. Many go home late, but some stay overnight, sleeping near the lake under the open sky or beneath the shelter.

Some people may hate the teens who gather at the lake, seeing them as noisy or rebellious. They judge the graffiti and the late-night hangouts without understanding the need behind it. But others support them, recognizing that the lake is a safe place for expression.

The teens aren’t destructive—they're searching for meaning, connection, and identity. What some see as vandalism is actually a form of art and voice. They need an outlet, a space to burn their energy and emotions, away from judgment and pressure.

When a tteen played a guitar under the shelter. Others sat around him, singing along. Their voices rose softly into the night, blending with the sounds of the rain and the lake.