Teenage

I am sitting by my self again

Writing in my diary 

Thinking about the times when 

I was a priority 

It is said that its lovely 

When you are in your teens

But when people asked me

I told them that other than having anxiety 

There’s nothing else i have seen 

Why people even expect 

Those huge decisions 

Because I am not perfect 

And well that gives them suspicions 

Things are there that are always bothering 

Things that make me write a melancholy 

I feel like i am wandering 

Thinking nonsense while smelling coffee

there once was a time

When sleeping late wasnt a crime

Only if i could jump few seasons a while 

Just so i get back my old smile