Not quite an adult
Yet not quite a child.
Not ment to be shy.
But daring and wild.
We make our own choices.
And we'll learn from them well.
Parents are just guide us.
Not there to yell.
We'll have our late nights
And we'll come home on a high.
We'll drink till we're sick.
And will live till we die.
We'll stand on the week
And face up to the strong
We'll build reputations
And they'll never be gone
Its not called a death road
Just how we get to know
Lifes ups and downs
The way we'll want to go
Understand that we'll mess up
And do things that hurt our future
But part of being teenage
Is learning how to use it
We'll pierce what we can
And rebel to have fun
The only time we'll stop
Is when we're too drunk to run
So whatever you tell us
We've herd it before
Its not like we're listening
Your just too much of a bore
What you say cant hurt us,
Only make us want more
We'll beat every challange
And dance every floor
Let us learn to fall
And stand up strong
Let us face what we've done
And see what we've done wrong
Yes, well grow up
And we'll never do it again
Without experienceing rebellion
You fail in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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