Growing up.
The calamities of adolescence.
Perpetual obstacles
hindering our ability to enjoy
the simple things in life.
Incessantly surrounded by drama,
“he-said, she-said” gossip,
petty arguments,
and the tragic dilemmas
of teenage life.
They say these are the best years of our lives.
Stressful schoolwork,
the frustration and pressure
to do your best,
always give 110%.
Imperative decisions
and choices that are crucial
towards your future,
and the rest of your life
are essentially necessary
to be made
Right now.
The overwhelming distress
and distraught feelings
are overpowering.
They say these are the best years of our lives.
and I couldn’t agree more.
For nothing I’d trade
the memories made.
The laughter and cheer
throughout all of the years
outweighs everything else
Making it all worthwhile.
Does it really have to end?
