Confessions Of A Teenager.

Young teenagers have a lot of confessions. No one ever knows what they are hiding behind their cool attitude and jaw-hurting smiles.

People say teenage is the most important stage of life and the guidance and upbringing done at this time reflects their success in the future. Although every one knows how important teenage is, they forget how impressionable young minds are and how easily they can be manipulated. A little bit of demotivation is all you require to crush the confidence of the child for life long. Sadly enough, this discouragement starts right from the home, disguised as love, or if I may say, ‘overly-done-love.’

This poem of mine reflects what every teenager has wanted to scream aloud, but didn’t, out of gratitude. I hope it expresses their feelings to the point.

CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGER.
Not a heart broken lover or a stranger in time.
I bear for the world this confession of mine.
Expressing the thoughts, I have been hiding all along,
Ungrateful, it may seem, but making me strong.
Ma, Pa, I know I have let you down several times
With a black sheep in the family worth less than a dime.
I kept quiet because of shame.
And you kept crushing my dreams under love’s name.
Ma, remember when I asked for a guitar?
You said, “Your results have already hurt us enough to leave a scar.”
What are dreams but madness,
Grab your books and head on to the darkness.
I walked to the world of success and knowledge,
Fear, pressure and coaching classes, pushing me over the edge.
So, I kept quiet, not because of no ambition in life,
But was cut by the time hanging like a knife.
The time you couldn’t spare,
Because of my gender that you despair.
I have no time for soul searching,
Because I’ve to find my Mr. Right,
With old and new, something borrowed and blue,
All this shimmer, oh so bright!
Everything for me is pre planned, you see;
But they forgot to let me be me.
I know you dream of me with cars and diamonds, and starts up above so high,
But Dad, how can you cut my wings and expect me to fly?
I want to run and fall and climb and stand tall,
Have my scars tell my success to all.
I want them to write on my grave that “She was a fighter”,
Rather than being said, “Well...she did something... lighter”.
Well having said all of that, I know you love me
And I do too,
I cannot imagine a world without you.
I just needed to tell my story, which you perhaps already know,
No idea how my dreams will turn out,
But I surely don’t want to let them go.