Woes of Adolescence

 One moment I’m smiling,

The next I run and hide.

For a while now,

It’s been a roller coaster ride.

Trust comes easily,

And so does affection.

Followed by betrayal,

And a wounded heart.

I feel the weight of the world,

As it comes crashing down.

On my feeble shoulders,

Made heavy by bitter words.

© Abirami




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  1. Roller coaster is a great metaphor for adolescence. Why not more references to it (rising to great heights, steep break-neck descents, neck-jarring turns, tops-turvy loops). Consider using roller coaster in your title, as the poem is not just about woes – but includes its ups as well as downs. It is a good start. As crazy as the ride is, don’t you think there are some of us (we, the elderly) would willing pay the price of admission to ride it again?

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    1. Thank you for the suggestions 🙂 and I’m sure you crazy old folks actually want to deal with this mess again. 😀 Good luck though! It’s gotten worse these days.


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