Rollercoaster to Hell and Back

Teenager moments, we all get them...

One moment I am smiling,

A smile so big it's creepy.

Another moment I'm crying my eyes out

For unresolved issues.

Yet another moment I am angry

At myself, my own peers, the world.

You cannot scream at the world, they said.

It will turn a deaf ear, they said.

I can try.

Then I'm afraid, so afraid I feel like screaming

I resist the urge to hide away

Seldom am I entirely peaceful,

Content with saying nothing,

Content with myself.

Call me a freak,

Tell me I have issues,

But that's the way it is

The roller coaster to hell and back.

One moment I am a wallflower

Another moment I try to be someone else

And break my introvert shell

I want to be Agatha Christie

I want to be Meggie Folchart

I want to be Alfred Hitchcock 

Or a happier version of Marvin the Paranoid Android

Anything but one more day as a teenager

Because that's how you call it

This Caligula-esque madness

The unresolved issues not even Sherlock Holmes can solve

Because as a teenager

You question everything ever taught,

From your own personal identity

To the core of existence itself

We seek answers,

We get them.

We question the answer,

We don't get them.

We answer the question ourselves in the form of theories

As children

The world seemed so big

We could do anything.

As teenagers

The Universe seems infinite

We can do anything

We can do nothing

We know the limits,

But we also dream

It is time for the truth

It is the time for contradictions

It is the time to laugh

It is the time to cry

It is the time to protest

It is the time to be quiet

It is conflict

It is peace

It is the roller coaster to hell and back.