Everyone talks of how hard adulting can be,
But teenaging, too, has its own tragedy.
When the drawings they praised were torn apart,
And dreams of being an artist broke their heart.
When the aspiration to be an entrepreneur was denied,
And the dreamer within slowly, quietly died.
The topper in him waved a sorrowful goodbye,
While expectations soared impossibly high.
Life passed by with nothing but countless sighs,
And no one noticed the pain in his eyes.
The ideal kid turned into a troubled teen,
The one who once blended now made a scene.
The skinny girl, mocked as her body grew wild,
Turned from herself, no longer a child.
Labeled "football," she buried her tears,
Haunted by insults that fed her fears.
The brown girl longed for a lighter hue,
To feel accepted, to feel brand-new.
Chasing standards she’d never meet,
Feeling defeated, stuck on repeat.
All day thinking of society's reaction,
Best friends now lived in imagination.
Each day spent chasing parents’ satisfaction,
While losing herself in endless distraction.
Teenaging isn’t easy—it’s a war inside,
Where identities clash and dreams collide.
If only the world paused to truly see,
The silent cries behind "I’m fine."
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Someday teenaging feels worse than adulting.........
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Difficult years, been there and done that. Each part of life has its challenges and they are all different. A most lovely write
Indeed, thank you so much
A nicely expressed write around the difficulties of becoming and living as teenager, which inherently are different to difficulties we all face as adults, nicely written
Thank you so much
You are very welcome
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