Aesthetically Me

Just a Poem...

             Conflict of Age

                 By Anna

Stupid children, they call us.

You are doing it wrong

So messy, loud, unrefined.

Free.

Why do you try?

If you are destined to fail;

Destined to fall.

This is youth, we shout.

And this is learning.

We see your hurt and your knowledge,

Your lifetime of scars.

Do you not remember

Adventure?

The trial of adolescence.

There are rules.

Pre-cut paths to walk.

Straight, manageable,

Painless.

Passionless.

We are frightened.

But more so of hollowness,

Than of failure.

The fall is inevitable.

A tornado of heartbreak and loss.

Why?

For a story?

A game you are destined to lose?

Isn't it better to hurt

Than not feel at all?

To experience every emotion

To fall and rise again.

This may not be your way,

but it is ours.

Chaotic,

Difficult,

Astonishing,

Youth.