Growing up is a
complexity
It is made up of quiet things
that no one ever knows
It is a survival
An awakening
A celebration
An elimination
A triumph
Yet some adults take away
its value
They call us moody
They want to keep us still
like glass figurines on a shelf
They ask why the most suicides are caused
at our age
They ask why we are so ungrateful
They ask why we ( Read more... )