Adolescence

Screaming at my adolescence. Screaming for it to shut up. To be strong. And to never give up. It refuses to pay any notice. Any care. So I sit and wait. And watch all my people stare. Quit being yourself. Quit being you. Your angst is riddled. Into everything you do. Yelling for my childhood. Telling it to be good. Yelling for it to grow up. Telling it that adulthood couldn't come soon enough. It refuses to listen. Refuses to mind. Living life one moment to the next. Leaving my life behind. Be strong and don't give in. Be you and don't listen. But things are so hard to accomplish. When things are generally anything but what you wish. Screaming for any ounce of myself. Screaming for any pound of recollection. Why am I not surprised..? To find myself empty handed.