The Woes Of Being A Teenager

The woes of being a teenager

At this point you are a poor manager

Your feelings, moods, clothes and hair

Nobody but you only care.

Your problems you have nobody to share

And life at this time is just not fair.

 

Which top to wear, which colour will suit

Which eyeliner to apply, nobody cares a hoot

Your nails are not long, not polished, not filed

How can anybody regard it as petty, as mild.

Which place to go, where not to go

A film is better than a discovery show

You dance to the cool, fast, wild tune

But droning songs always ruin

The idea of games and fun

But nobody listens, nothing can be done.

 

You always are misunderstood by all

They expect you to be at their beck and call

But you are busy thinking of their latest crush

Which changes frequently as if in a rush.

“He is sweet”; “So is he”,

you just can’t decide who the leader ought to be

you tell your parents, they laugh at you

they just don’t understand, now what to do.

 

This movie to go, that movie to go

For this reason you have a big row

You snap at everybody in front of your sight

You are up, set and about for your own rights

You want to grow up but when you do

You feel miserable and just want to

Go back to these seven long years

The memory brings, in your eyes, tears

Twenty years gone and you cast your mind

To the thoughts of yesterday which is one of a kind

How lovely it was to be a teenager

How good you were as a manager.

 

 

Reviews

[Sandra K]

That basicly explains the life of a teenager. I am on my last year and its hard trying to decide to grow up or not. As a teenager, you're caught in between, relaying on independence (which means yourself) or depending upon your parents. Thanks for sharing soemthing that someone can relate to!

Sandra K!

[Yvonne Heidt]

You have captured teen angst so well! I remember the torture of trying to fit in for me and I remember the tortures that my daughters went through, as well.

Great job.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Very intriquing write where one longs to grow up and once they do they remember those difficult times with nostalgia. Nicely captured here. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha