Growing up

by Cheyenne   Apr 19, 2012


When, we are growing up.
We are looked upon, with doubt,
From running about.
Dancing in the rain,
Driving our parents insane.
Singing along, to every song,
Not knowing where we belong.
Partying all night,
Not looking so bright.
Raging in pain,
Over being called lame.
It's when we are growing up,
That gaining trust,
Becomes a must.
And falling in love,
Is like coming across a white dove.
Ever so rare,
The people who "care",
Never seem to be there.
Those you call friends,
Aren't ones you'd recommend.
And getting into fights,
is just part of life.
It's when you're growing up,
That you realise,
When seeing life with real eyes.
That, it's all quite terrifying,
Some prefer dying,
Others awarded for trying,
Though later found crying.
Some are given bruises,
Others called losers.
It just doesn't seem fair,
No one seems to care.
It's when we are growing up,
That tears fall,
And laughter becomes a roar.
While fake smiles,
Are hidden with style.
Lying and denial,
Gets us off by miles.
And giving advice,
Isn't seen as nice.
Listening to music, ever so loud,
Seems to be the only way out.
And without a doubt,
When they see us out and about.
They're thinking we're trouble makers,
Although we are fakers.
Because, really inside,
Our feelings collide.
We are screaming for the end,
So loud, that it's hard to comprehend.
But for so long, it's easy to pretend.

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  • 11 years ago

    by TSI25

    I like this one a lot, it reminded me of a song called "fear of a blank planet" by porcupine tree, and thats not a bad thing. over all i like the message, it was easy to relate to because everyone grows up and experiences many if not necessarily all of these things. i think it was definitely general enough that most readers can relate to it, but specific enough that they will take something away from it. well written indeed.

  • 11 years ago

    by Cheyenne

    Thankyou :)

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    But for so long it's easy to pretend
    that's what most of us do. Nice piece.

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