Teenagers are often distressed.
Their thoughts are never expressed-
Which turns into a regret.
But why?
Because they need a moon to their stars,
Instead, get a lonely mars,
Which tends to be quite harsh.
"Life is a mess!"
The words of every teenager's loneliness.
But these words are immensely less,
To actually delineate the stress.
Being a teenager is difficult.
Remember the days of whimsical,
They hope, somehow a miracle occurs
And brings back the laughing gull.
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Maybe they think they are getting old?
Somewhere one said 'Agghh, he (or she) is really old - they will be 30 next year!' lol.
Well it can be...lol
Good day, this is a great poem, I am old but it seems like yesterday that I was a teenager and a not so very good one either. Best regards, Eileen
Thanksā¤ and ya...time changes too soon and then we realize how we actually used to be
A wonderful engraving of your deliberations. Hope for more of ya
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