Teenage : The Rummage

Knock...knock on the door

I did unlatch it out, with a suspire

In hope to aspire!

The guest spoke up ' I am an age, which is vague and people call me TEENAGE

Aesthetic it would be

Exuberant life will be

I will grow and I will shine just I want someone to stand by my side ...

Yes the sky looked pink

No plans to sink

And no plead to pay head

That's what I thought to think

Friends ...oh I have a lot of them

Serendipitous I am

Well...that's where the wrongest was i

TIME FILTERS PEOPLE and so it did,

Best friend turned stranger

Friends nothing more than a scavenger

Lets just not pretend

I don't want to offend

I miss my friend

Hopefully, this ain't the end

People will have a special place in my life

Though I want to kill them all with a knife

Friends, I kept as superior.

In search of them made myself inferior

I was a bird .. I wanted to fly

Wanted to break the cage

Live in my own outrage

There is where life said hello

DARL...you are kinda pretty low

So here I stand contemplating,

The masterpiece which god sent by

Yes which is ' I '

I have compassion but the rummage is just for passion!

Knocking the doors

Scouring who am I?

Being a bird

But try not to follow the herd !!

I went here and there and when and where

I didn't find passion

But lost every bit of my own fashion

My own identity

My ownself

Now the search stands incomplete

Now I don't need to find who I am

Rather, why I am

Before I finally go and peacefully die!!