So you think you know who we really are? Well, you don’t!
We barely know ourselves.
Self-confidence is an issue for us.
We’re like willow trees in the breeze ; we sway with how people want to see us.
Am I happy about it? No.
I want to stand firm and know who I am as the cathedral does;
A holy sacred place that is respected and admired by many people.

Boys, dances and gossip.
Texting and chatter, “LIKE O.M.G! L.O.L!”
Mostly endless blather!
Are meaningful conversations long-gone?
We’re yearning to be the cynosure of our peers, munificent with jealously.
It’s not the way I want to be.
My status fights, day in, day out.

My life rolls as an undulating wave.
I’ve been told the storm is passin’ over.
I’m still waiting for that poignant day;
The day where immature behavior is a distant memory.
Soon a rainbow will appear accompanied by refreshing quiet and serenity.

Until this epiphany comes, my heart will cry out to fight.
To fight against the unproductive snide comments
Derived from envy that demoralize and hinder our confidence.
All of which consume us in this passage called:
“Adolescence”