The Teenage Cage

By Vaishnavi Mandle

The art of growing up is not worse,

But the part of growing up is sometimes a curse.

It's like everything around you gets blurred at times;

Even feeling things deeply felt like crimes.

We just wish,

We just wish we were not in this age—

Either we must be facing the oldest one or the youngest of the phase,

'Cause most of the time, this teenage,

It literally feels like a cage!

When your loved ones don't get you,

They don't think you are true.

When they make you feel you are not good enough to deserve even the bare minimum;

When even our home is not home for us,

Then, where should we come?

Surprisingly, we lose, we lose everything we thought was ours.

We lose the bond with our family, the childhood fantasy.

We lose, we lose as a friend, we lose as a child, we lose as a person—we lose most of the things in order to become 'wild'.

The friends we planned our whole life with disappear;

It is worse than the never-ending nightmares.

However, we know that we'll have a time at which we must be craving to be in this event of life,

But currently, it's too difficult to strive!

By Vaishnavi Mandle