Teens

That phase, which is a boon and bane

Teens!

19, the last of your teens.

An end to tantrums, but maybe not mood swings! 

An identity was what you were looking for, a mess was what you happened to create off.

Hormones jumping onto you, infatuation was the myth that trapped you!

Friends walking away, relationships making you a game,

Fighting through the brutality of the journey, you saw a bed of roses that was made to fool you honey!

Break up's meaning devastation, or the end of your world, probably was just because you treated it like your only spur to live, the only motivation and attention to pull you through!

Callous, irresponsible, you broke rules, paid for them with high prices accompanied with mistakes you didn't do!

One hug, One dance, One kiss, you thought you'll get through, but alas you led a life you never expected to;

It's not as sad, the games you played, the water you threw, the colors of happiness, and the sexy curves or smiles you spread are sure things that remind people of you!

Pictures, selfies today, likes and comments jugde and people say,

"ah that's sexy, or well hot maybe, you're just a friend or rather a weakness I can take advantage off"

An instrument of fun, gay times have filled your life, silence being magic, gossip and mocking meaning fun!

Are sure you want to move on?

Grow out of a teenager and be a woman?

Pious, mature, graceful you'll have to carry it off, mind you it's a bag heavier than Zara and Louis Vuitton!

Smart, confident, witty not coy, a gorgeous form of humanity that is admired!

It's your last year, be lethargic, play your sport, for in the end, mood swings take on a toll you never fought! 

The bliss of growing, the agony of ageing, mixed feelings that never leave you at peace; beautiful and wonderful as it sounds, pretty and hard it rebounds....