Adolescence

Adolescence


Not yet a man,
But not a boy either,
I’m caught somewhere in between,
In an age that confounds all.
It is an age of choices
And decisions to be made;
An age of chaos,
And seemingly endless griping.
It is an age of energy
And a false sense of superiority;
The age when the idealist
Is left feeling sorely delusioned.
It is the age when the rebel
Appears out of the blue,
And rejects past ideals,
For no better reason
Than sheer perversity.
It has been an age of struggles
And coming into my own.
I learnt to walk,
Falling down hard
For every pair of steps
That I took.
Yet I gained confidence
With every step
And with every fall.
To sum it all up,
It has been a time of growing up,
A time of self discovery,
And realizing
That every rule has an exception,
And nothing is rarely what it seems.