What We Are

We are now teenagers

Striving to be cool

Thinking we're so grown up.

We want it all right now

We don't want to wait

Until they say we're old enough.

We pretend to be something else

So others think we're cool

So we're not singled out, as freaks.

But some of us don't care

What other people think

These are the ones who suffer most.

So mature, yet so immature

Mature enough not to want it

Too immature to have it if they did.

Maybe we make ourselves not want it

Because we know its our of reach

Though we're not sure what 'It' is.