Reflekshuns

Reflecting on my early-mid teens today...

Youth dwindles before a brightly lit screen,

Teenage summers spent inside a dark, cool room.

Trying to search for any sort of attention,

That a stranger halfway across the world can lend.

Eyes burning,

Skin crawling, 

She doesn’t know how to proceed.

A grave mistake,

Only time will take

The sting out of those memories.

An overcooked maturity forced early,

Too many facets of a fresh soul.

People now see her as well-adjusted;

Oh, if you truly knew…

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've written in a LONG time, not sure if I still have it. Leave me some thoughts.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This has a personal reflective rendering...
if this is the first in a while...
then have it more...this gives and then adds...
a clincher in the end of the verse...

[Kristen]

Thank you!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...