You don’t remember-

You don’t remember-


He’s just a teen,
Bound to get his back up,
At every little thing-
Don’t you remember it,

Without an offence
Attack, eager to depict-
I’m an adult now,
alternating between
rebellion and obedience,
Don’t you remember it,

By the illusion of teens
In cliques,
Conforming to their
status quo,
At the risk of all
You’ve been raised to be;
Don’t you remember it,

When all you needed,
Instead of a hand,
On your body,
Violently sweeping across,
Were words.
Simply words.

But you don’t remember it.
As your hands,
Swipe across his body.
While the words he yearn
He needs to hear-
You’ve forgotten,
What it means to be-
A teen.

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