The teenaged years are the years
we miss the most,
When friendship was everything,
without it we felt lost,
The yearning to fit in
by saying the right things
brought us temporary happiness
and sometimes grief,
Yet, we always believed we would turn
our awkward lives around, and change from
being the class clowns, rejects or misanthropes,
Our youthful days can never predict the people
we will grow up to be.......
Because with each year that passes our personas
are still evolving slowly.
Copyright © Margeret Bailey