It's always..
too young to be taken seriously but too old to complain.
Too young to know everything but too old to be naive.
Too young to be heard but too old to listen.
Too young to try but too old to fail.
Too young to give up but too old to keep waiting.
Too young to lead but too old to follow blindly.
Too Young to stress but too old to be reckless.
Too young to love but too old to play games.
Too young to be perfect but too old to have flaws.
Too young to understand but too old to ask questions.
That's the paradox and essence of teenage life,
Always expected to handle it all, but never fully trusted.
Held to adult standards, yet viewed in youthful eyes

seventeen back then
meeting you is not what  I yenned
late nights and fights we spent
sweetest dreams i've been

He gave me a book

with an x in it, well, can --


an x be trusted?

If I behave, I can participate
half as a half-grown as if
it were fun in that world
on its head that thinks it can

cheer me up with a smile, kid
the best time of your life...
Cynics! Down with them! Down with fake!
I have square shoulders

just wait, I'm beating
the drum, I'm in
the hangout
about to

They have been hanging
for so long that their brains turn
everything around, having no idea
what's real, what's fake

Exploring the world,

you better not be afraid --


of getting lost there.

You’ve probably seen them everywhere,
the grinning, happy, carefree teenagers,
mere children really.

I’m not a teenager anymore.
I started missing it last week,
because I knew I was losing it,
like a lover at the moment of separation.

Have I lost the fantastic glow of youth?
Maybe shrug
I know I’ve lost a lot of excuses,
“She’s just a teenager,” they used to say.

Well, they can’t say that after today.
Click.
‘Cause I’m a twenty-year-old
or am I a twenty-something?
I can’t wait to read the manual.

20, God, I feel so grown up.

My diligent half

does homework, my dreaming half --


still lingers with her.

there is nothing i love more
than being
a girl
i love the way i speak,
with slang only teenage girls use
i love wearing dainty clothes,
feeling beautiful wearing them
i love collecting,
knick-knacks, records, crystals
above all
i love
the wonder of girlhood
romanticizing my life
perceiving my monotonous existence,
as a life worth writing about

there are things im scared of
some insignificant
ladders
deep water
being lost
none stand a chance against
my biggest fear

growing up

but all my fears,
seem to have similar concepts
to growing up
ladders:
how far can i go?
before i come crashing down?
deep water:
how am i supposed to know whats to come?
until i arrive?
being lost:
what is growing up?
if not being lost?