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Simply Growing Up

Life is starting to confuse me, putting me through a haze.
Because as it worsens, the more I miss the better days.

Don't you remember when all complications were at ease?
When you're young, and gullible, and life's a breeze?

Don't you miss when princes were heroes and dragons were slaid?
Now the princes turn into pigs just wanting to get laid.

Don't you wish the most pain you could have was to scrape your knee?
And a firefighter, a princess, or a vet was all you wanted to be?

Remember how simple minded and ignorant we all were?
Wanting to be like your daddy, the superhero of your world.

Remeber when diet sodas were the worst thing you could drink?
And toothpaste was the only thing you washed down the sink?

Remember when crack was wack, and cocaine was insane?
And your mom's biggest worry was you wet in the rain?

I miss those days having no responsibility or choices.
A time where it was alright to hear voices.

But as we grow older and see,
How dark, cruel, and cold the world can be.

When panties turn into g-straps,
From never wanting to sleep, to always taking naps.

From trusting everyone to no one but yourself.
From saying "go jump off a cliff", to "go to hell."

From always covering up, to wanting to show off,
From a sniffle and wipe, to a snort and cough.

You change the meaing of words like play,
From being perfectly straight, to thinking you're gay.

From thinking suicide was crazy to something that happens everyday.
From never wanting to leave home to wanting to runaway.

I constantly stay in thought, I walk to the edge of the sea,
And stare at the ocean sitting there, always ready to swallow me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hate being a teenager.

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Vixen's picture

Very nice

Yeah. I remembered feeling that way. Growing up is painful sometimes and you wish you still believed In fairy tales. Realities of life is just reality so I read fiction novels with happy endings. Life in itself, to me at least, is full of facts you never would have imagined while playing with dolls and your only worry were assignments and school.
This poem well describes the conflict one experiences on the road to maturity, from innocence to full blown awareness, from infatuation to true love, from inspiration to hollowness, and vice versa.


Shye

“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
                                                   ~ Rumi

seastar3372's picture

Yes and I am on that road,

Yes and I am on that road, and boy is it rough. This generation is so wounded, that the door to all of this opens at 12. Its so painful to see all my friends tear their lives apart. Getting arrested at 13-15? My goodness. Not saying I've never done anything wrong, I'm not perfect and that's a given. But I am more concerned on my future that a lot of my peers. Its very complicated and I am considered of the wiser of my age. Again, thank you for your comments.

Vixen's picture

I am glad you have a very

I am glad you have a very good insight. It is most difficult at your age and coming up with such sensible poems is really something. You will go places. I am happy you found this site. I am new here too, but definitely, this site will allow you to ventilate your thoughts through poetry which is really productive. I am aware that most of your age group or even peers have other ideas rather than their future.you are indeed wiser than most, that I can see. Keep writing nice poetries.


Shye

“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
                                                   ~ Rumi

seastar3372's picture

Thank you so much! I've

Thank you so much! I've always loved writing but have never had much confidence. Your compliments are very boosting to that fact. I will read around some of your poems because even if I know a lot, there's always more to learn.! thank you again.