Pain Of Puberty

I am at the threshold of

Gaining puberty

And

Gaining incessant questionnaire

Where not to enter

What not to dress

What not to talk

What not to eat

Where not to pray

Why not to cry

How not to protest

When not to laugh

And

Where not to live

I can only plead

To the bossist society

Why don't you take my pain

Why don't you wreathe for days

Why don't you face seclusion

Why don't you suppress your sexuality

Why don't you become what I am

For a day

I know

Answers would be

A dead mum

But your hypocrisy

Would not allow you

Settle for good

And

Your serpentine fangs

Will rise the next very day.