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“The Teen Thing….”

Published by Shreya Shettar in category Poetry with tag Dreams | fairy tale | magic | Memories

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Poem – “The Teen Thing….”
Image© Anand Vishnu Prakash, YourStoryClub.com

Gone are those days
When blunders were forgiven,
Existed no such thing as ‘forbidden’…

Worries slept, wonders crept…
All those tears in a moment were swept..
Fearless dreams, boundless thoughts…
And the best part, no one dared to stop!

Once upon a time,you were the sun for all,
Oh, forget it!! Now you’re just a star that’s all…
You now stay far away,
In this dark room you hide…
Being miles away you wish to stay beside….

Gone are those days…
When opinions, aspirations mattered
Now left with a bunch of dreams shattered…
Though now bound to win,
You seem as though a pricking pin
Millions of memories just crept away..
Now pleading for a few to stay

Well, it was all about fairy tales and pixie dust..!!
Now I guess all that magic has begun to rust…
Anything you did was adorable!!
Well, “impossible” never existed.
Things went from “Teddy bears!!!” to “Who cares?!!”…

Hard to hear, it was all fake..
Hard reality yet to come, as promises break…

You never had to be the best,
Now the struggle never seems to end,
How much ever you strive, you’re still never better than the rest!!
Well, I guess you can say that again,
Seems like joy lasted only till then

You never had to express, nor impress
But now even if you cry no one hears,
Nor does anyone bother your tears…
Apparently you have many known,
Here comes the hard part,
You can hardly call even one ‘your own’…

You never had to hide your say,
By that fake smile that shows you’re gay
Oh, just cut it out!! It never seems the same,
’cause everyone’s playing their own bloody game!!

Life’s taking a new turn,
A guiding light costs you to burn…
It doesn’t really matter because
I’m still pretty much lost in the depth of my heart…
As I am most often kept away and apart…

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Inked by: Shreya Shettar

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