What kind of age is this?
Why do I feel all this?
Why don't I know what to do?
Why don't I know why I do
the things that I do?
Why don't I know who's right?
Why don't I know what's right?
Why does, what I feel is right
always, have to be wrong?
Why don't I know who to trust?
Why do I trust friends over family?
Why don't I know what I feel?
Why don't I know how I should feel?
Why can't I control my emotions?
Why is life so complicated?
Why is life out of control?
Why don't I know the difference
between love and infatuation?
Why don't I know
when to lie and when to tell the truth?
Why don't my questions have answers?
And if they do ...
why am I asking all this?
Anup R
http://anupr.blogspot.com/2005/12/poem-adolescence.html
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“The
young always have the same problem: how to rebel and conform
at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their
parents and copying one another.”
Quentin
Crisp
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“As a child psychologist of
twenty years’ standing,
it is my considered opinion that a couple of rounds
with Lennox Lewis will do him a world of good.”
Dickinson in “Punch”
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Award-Winning Adolescent
Poem With No Title
I can feel the planet speeding
In the swing from dusk to dawn
No sooner do I raise my eyes
Than once again the light is gone.
Winter seems to run with summer
Autumn huddles close to spring
Lifetimes of an endless longing
Waiting for some bell to ring.
What would happen now, I wonder,
If I did not rise up from bed?
Would mountains tremble in their roots?
Would oceans weep if I were dead?
And yet, I rise and live each hour,
Bedroom, table, bath and hall,
Though when I pass the ripples still,
As if I had not lived at all.
But still I will get up this morning
Eat my breakfast, go to school
I believe there is some meaning,
Though perhaps I am a fool.
http://www.altogetherelsewhere.net/blueshades/award.html
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As a teenager you are at
the last stage in your life
when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.
Fran
Lebowitz
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“I like you, Mildred, because you're the kind
of
girl a guy can talk to ... Mildred? Mildred?”
Charles M. Schulz (of
‘Peanuts’ fame)
