Teen

Unfinished

Stretch of years between child and adult:
Only five or six but don't it seem long?
The teenage years where time stops.

So many things we do and see:
What we are and what one day we will be,
Loves and wishes, hopes and dreams.

The things we've lost and those we find,
The times we're sad and try not to cry,
Messed up emotions on the inside.

First glimpse of how it all began:
Is this what it's meant to be like?
Crumpled crisp paper behind the station.

Sarcastic applause in the gym hall;
Fall over, flush red and turn away
From the black-beauty bitch of the latter generation.

Morning after the first time, empty,
Waking up with headache and
Someone you've never seen before or known.

Decisions, choices, are they really
Ours to decide? They tell us what to do.
Our lives are still in our own hands.

*I keep coming up with bits of this at random intervals. Parts of what you've just read have been in my head for a week. But I'm going to add more to it over time. So now I'd love some help: if anyone can think of something good or bad about being a teenager, obscure or obvious or even a bit obscene or explicit, whatever, I'd love to know. Help would be hugely appreciated :)