And then I grew up.
Slipping through the innocence, I turned into wickedness.
Now I am not the need.
I am the want.
Want to be like others.
Now I am Rolex on wrist.
Ripped denim pulled up.
Five inches under legs.
And rayban on face.
I am the slow dislike towards the parents.
I am infatuations turning wild.
I am broken heart and the revenge of its pieces.
I am the darkness on face.
I am demons in head.
I am drugs in veins.
I am madness in mind.
I am love in soul, and storm in the heart.
I am a crumbled paper; everything haphazard.
I am a blur image of your childhood.
I am nothing but your TEENAGE.
I could be a blessing if correctly understood.
But for most I am a curse, for they don’t know my use.
Live me light and let me pass.
Also read the first poem of the series- The First Season