growing upA Poem by Violawhen I grow out of this teenage skin who will I be? will I be still afraid of the rain? or will I know how to fight my fear. will I learn the art of letting go? or will I still cling to my past will I be happier? or will my hormones still find ways to infulence me will I still feel lonely? or will I realise that loneliness was never defined by company when I will grow out of this teenage skin who will I be? Will I be a woman who is ambitious? or will I still never know my ambition Will I be prettier? or will my acne make it to adulthood will I have the will to live? or will I lose to death when I grow out of this teenage skin who will I be? will I find love? or will i still be the lover and not the muse will I be understood? or will I still be misunderstood will I stop feeling empty? or will the feeling consume me when i grow out of this teenage skin I hope i am free. © 2025 ViolaReviews
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