Teens. Poem by anju addanki

Teens the best of Life,
Is what all say,
But, they are full of strife,
Is what they don't say.
And by all means,
Teen is mean.

As i hear the shout,
Why are you out.
With this short skirt,
You are not going out.
When I was a child,
I was mild.
When I am in teens,
All make me wild.

In this teens,
Learnt what is love.
My heart breaks and cracks,
But, who cares?
No one knows what I go through,
And all think nothing is true.

There is no freedom,
But only boredom.
Always restrictions,
And frustrations.

How long on the phone,
Can't pay the bill.
Don't mess your hair,
Can't go the parlour,
Is what I hear.

You can't get the cell,
As there is no gain.
With it's bell,
There is only pain.

There is no relief no rest,
But only pest.
So why all say,
Teen is Best.