I suspect this poem was born of the frustration I (like many kids) felt on reaching an age where I was almost an adult, but not quite.
My emotions are confused
My desires are awaking
My youth may feel abused
Life’s foundations are shaking
No longer a child, but still not old enough
To know my mind and what I want
They really have it tough
Frustration envelops me
I just want to shout
To scream and protest
To let it all out
They never were very easy
Those blissful days of youth
Battling with emotions and searching for the truth
So many things you can’t define
You never know when to draw the line
What is expected? What should be done?
Such decisions are always heaps of fun
Injustice and longing, restlessness and frustration
Is there a trap door to another nation?
Where each new thing seems fresh and green
And brighter than before
And everything sampled you love to taste
And then want more and more
