You know,
being a teenager, it may seem like many of my poems are quite sad.
But being young
isn’t always bad.
It means the opportunities of life are just
beginning to present themselves to us.
For some it
even means not more riding the bus. WOO!
It’s a time
for us all to mold into whatever kind of person we want.
Make stupid
decisions, who wouldn’t want to taunt policemen all day?
Getting
grotesque gouges and showing mom, through gestulations as to how you received it.
Scaring mom
half to death for doing stupid stuff, it's good to know they really care right?
Going to all
the different concerts you can think of and banging your head up and down not
worried about who sees!
We do this
because we’re teenagers and right now these are the keys to life.
Moronically moving, making my mind up as to what kind of food I want.
Knowing no
magnitude of meat will ever really change how much I weigh.
The joys of
being a teenager are endless.
Walking into
a room I call my own and the mess within.
Most adults I
know don’t have quite the same luxuries.
All those
adults that we should look for; they are exemplary.
I have
finally begun to realize why it’s so important to cherish this time of being
young.
Sooner or
later I will become stung with the harsh realities of adulthood.
But it will
tell you now I am far from ready for the responsibilities.
I speak to
all the teenagers who can’t wait to become an adult slow down!
You have the
rest of your life to be an adult and once you’re in you’ll be bound forever.
Take it slow,
speculating to everything you can!
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