The Life Of A Teenage Girl
© Elise
Look how she's changed,
Look how she's grown,
The personality changes
I should have known
The make up she wears,
Each day it gets thicker
Why is she doing this?
To grow up quicker?
The days she comes in
She runs to her room
Is it really possible,
Too feel so much gloom?
Her heart as it breaks
She will learn to realize
Her minor mistakes
I cuddle her in
I miss times like this
The young girl that smiled
My gorgeous 'Little miss'
Now her dancing, and prancing
The games we did play
Her sorrow, it drifts memories
So many miles away
I call her down
As I do each time
To ask her to share with me
The troubles of her prime
The response was different
To the one I used to know
She stared up at me
She was beginning to let go
The stories she told
The rumors she'd heard
No wonder my princess
Had not said a word
The thing she said next
Opened my eyes
To a world I’d never known
A world of hurt and hatred and lies
‘Mum’ she said
As the tales unfurled
‘This is the life,
Of a Teenage Girl’
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This poem merely speaks about my life and in every teenager's life because as we age, we often forget we have our parents who will be there for us at any point in our life. Not only our age changes, but even our personality and behavior changes over time. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, I can say I've changed a lot compared to the girl my mother used to know. Furthermore, we cannot deny the fact that problems and circumstances will surely arise especially at this point when the word "teen" enters our age. Problems at school, about love, life, friends and teachers: these are just but a few of the possible issues usual teenagers will encounter at the duration of education, and we often forget who will be the first person we could run to at times like this, it's our mother :)) But what usually happens? We run to our friends instead, or even keep it to ourselves and lock ourselves up in our rooms without even remembering that our mothers know when we're okay or not, and they really care to listen because they love us.
"Why is she doing this? To grow up quicker?"
-I can relate to this lines in a way that oftentimes, I also forget to have quality time with my mother. Lately, I have had a lot of problems and neither of this I shared with her. Anyways, I learned how to be independent and I think I did, but I forgot that I was still young to be so confident that I can do everything without my parent's advisory.
"The days she comes in, She runs to her room"
-Busy schedule, eh? Sometimes, I even forget even to say "Hi", or give my mother a kiss before I leave for school and as I come home. I oftentimes go directly to my room, grab my phone, and text my friends (even if I was with my friends before I left school).
"I call her down, As I do each time, To ask her to share with me, The troubles of her prime"
-My mother would often ask if I have problems, but I choose to refuse. Even after she says I should tell her if I have any, I still manage to deny. Well, because oftentimes, it's all about love, and I don't want to stress her and make her think that at an early age, I can be so affected with a relationship.
We don't have the control of time whether when will our lives end, and the least thing we could do is to treasure everything that surrounds us, especially those people who molded us to be what we are today, our parents :) Appreciating their presence as our parents would mean so much to them. I am 18 years old now, turning 19, and it's my last year of being a "teen" I guess. Yet, I will never have regrets with regards to what I've acted upon my parents throughout my teenage years. All I have are lessons learned and those bad attitudes I need to change, for my children to inherit from me in the future. Problematic it seems, but for me, teenage life will always be the most challenging life of a person. Nevertheless, we always have to remember to keep our feet on the ground, and never risk on big decisions without our parent's guidance. We may regret later on what we missed about them.
Truly yours, a teenage girl ♥ :))

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