Growing

We're growing.
We blink, and the day is done.
We look at ourselves in the mirror.
We have changed.
Breasts and makeup,
acne and style.
We all change.
Wrestling on the floor,
turns to wrestling under the covers.
breathing out the hot air on a cold day, becomes breathing out smoke on a warm day.
Drinking juice in the park progresses into,
drinking alcohol on the bench.
We've lost our innocence, that is if we had any.
Some have changed so much, they can't recognize themselves.
Why did this happen?
The boy you spent all your time with, talking and laughing,
now becomes the boy you have "flings" with.
Meeting new people was fun, easy and safe. No one cared what you looked like.
Now it's difficult and perceptions are often blurred.
Socializing has become a harsh and troubling event.
Petty conversation, underlined with hidden judgments.
Boys and girls,
hormones and testosterone a deadly cocktail.
A supposed "harmless" conversation with a new friend of the opposite sex,
turns into a struggle for escape while his clammy, dirty hand
slips under your shirt as he tells you to hush.
Laughs turn into pleads and screams of "no"s and "please don't" s.
Gossip and bad mouthing have become the universal language of the teenage girl.
Poisoned words candy coated for the consumer's pleasure.
A hidden disaster.
How did this happen,
things seem so much, brighter when we were young.
Things seemed enjoyable and pleasant.
How can they have turned out this way?
It's not fair.
The new chapter of the future, if looked at closely,
is littered with spelling mistakes and bad grammar.
We have changed,
and it seems as though, things will continue to.
So I suppose we must learn how to resocialize ourselves to cope with each new day, for;
The future. The past.
The present.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008
{Fuck I can't write anymore...>_<"}