I Wanna Grow Up

Adolescence makes no sense at all.

It tries minds of all kinds big and small.

Little boys put away toys and act as men,

While little girls straighten curls when ten.

Suddenly emotions cause all sorts of commotion

Sworn enemies holding hands becomes very grand.

Excitement peaks, new feelings reached, even in sleep

Until only the heart breaks abound in ignorant aches

And sleepy tears are overcome with darkest fears.

Adolescence makes absolutely no sense,

It shocks senses and brings repentance.

All small boys ought to remain coy

Then girls joys could they enjoy.