in the end we are simply just a bunch of heartbroken teenagers.
we are filled with stories of pain and anguish and loss,
we are the ones who have stare downs with our bedroom ceilings ,
the ones who scream to a silent audience within the confines of a room that seems to small to breathe in every single night.
we are merely skin dangling loosely off the thing we call bones.
the ones too small to be an adult yet too old to be a child
the middle stage.
they call it 'puberty', I think.
I named it "the wake up call."
the period where you realize the monsters in your closet have already grabbed you a long time ago
unbeknownst to you, at 3am. the first night you stayed up and prayed to some higher being above for approval for forgiveness for love and happiness.
the first siren to ever go off, and God, it hurts.
it hurts to be growing.
you then try to recall the times you cried and ran to momma
but you can't do that now, can you?
the siren rings relentlessly in your head, shaking you and bruising you till you wake up.
...and you see the pain:
the numerous times your teacher scolds you for wearing a skirt too short or even wearing a skirt at all.
(dudes aren't supposed to want to dress ladylike, right?)
when you find yourself with that odd craving of wanting love and acceptance
but it's not from another gender.
hearing your parents argue for the tenth time that night yet you can no longer play the pity card and run to them, crying with those innocent childlike eyes, begging for them to stop.
(One thing remains the same, though; you still get asked to go back up to your room.)
you then regret all those times where you wished to grow up, because being a "grown-up" came with more fun
yet now
you finally understand
why your parents laughed at you when you said you couldn't wait to grow up.
edit:
3:30am, 30th December '16: attached a drawing of mine.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
