Teen Times Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Teen times, lonely times, a time of many faceted changes
and turmoil.
A lifetime crammed into a few years fraught with the pains
of misunderstanding.
Caught halfway between being an adult and yet a child.
Wanting freedom, independence, to play and be irresponsible
like a child.
Vacillating daily from one edge to the other, looking and
searching for themselves amidst the jargon and clothing
handed to them on a platter of make-believe ideals.
Crammed by grown-ups already grown who never got to realize
and become who they were, now forcing their ideas of what
things should have been, onto their children.
If left alone to forage in their own times, teenagers
would realize their own dreams and desires, and their world
would be a nicer place even through all the turmoil.