Blooming Adolescence
The bitter-sweet anxiety
Of the man that stands in front of me
I wandered down to the mossy tree
Where once I saw a sapling
My eyes had caught the nearby pond
Fenced in by grass that once was blonde
‘It’s quiet,’ I thought, but nothing’s changed
Though a war between child and man has been waged
There’s peach fuzz and scars on an innocent face
While I forget where it was, that happy place
A bright sunny day, now clouded by smog
The white of a smile, now blurred by the fog
I cry at the lie that it’s easy to try
A love strong for years, in a minute can die
I don’t know where I’m going, don’t know who I am
Who’s the face in the mirror? It’s the face of a man
