Rhythms of a Teenage

I am life, caught in a whirlpool,
Growing up feels like a distant dream, yet here I am,
Reckless and responsible in the same breath,
Riding the highs of hormones and the lows of emotions,
Just a teenager, drifting with the current.

I long to discover who I am, though my feet hardly touch the ground,
Curious about the wisdom of age, the weight of maturity,
I dream of being a big bee in this vast world,
Yet still cling to being the delicate bloom in my parents’ garden.
I crave love, deep and wild,
But the truth of love is still a mystery to me.

I want to devour every book on the planet,
Caught between youth’s wild freedom and the edge of adulthood.
My emotions swirl in a storm no one can seem to grasp,
But how can they? I barely understand them myself.

I dream big, I want it all,
Yet life’s puzzle pieces still elude me.
I want to soar, to rise,
But right now, I’m simply a teenager, floating with the flow.

I’ve felt heartbreak, tasted solitude,
Had a sea of friends, yet sat alone in corners.
I’ve been the queen bee and the forgotten outsider,
Laughed loud, but at times, felt like I never existed.
I am a question, waiting for answers,
A teenager, drifting, but destined to grow.

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