Teenage years are the best, they say,
But I'm comming to hate it, I say

I cannot look at the world, as before,
With sunshine and rain, on a morning call,
I seemingly cannot enjoy, the life like before,
The teenage hormones, kicking in fast and slow

I am not broken, but lingers still,
This wound that time won't seem to fill

I cannot look at a boy, as before,
My eyes search for something, that I cannot...