Somewhere In The Middle By Liza Ortega - Poem by Poison Lovegasm
A journey lies ahead
for all teenagers today.
A journey to adulthood,
our youth to kiss away.
But as we find ourselves
at a truly awkward stage.
We're partial, unripe, sketchy and crude
at this tender age.
We're old enough to make a choice
yet still young in many ways.
Too young to pack our bags and go,
too old to want to stay.
Young enough for fun and games,
too old for carefree lives.
Young enough for hopes and dreams,
yet for reality we strive.
Old enough for heartfilled pain,
too young to find the cure.
Too old for childish ways of past,
too young to be mature.
Old enough to fall in love
and give our hearts away.
But, still too young to understand
just why we feel this way.
We're trusted, loyal, proud and true
yet scolded, sneered, and scorned.
Between the role of adult and child,
we are somewhere torn.
Like an uncomplete work of art,
we're awkward, unsure, half-baked.
But be patient please
for we're on our way
to becoming something great.
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