A Teenage Tantrum

Actually, before I fall asleep, I wish to share something more: today one of the girls in the school where I work inspired the following poem (giving the title to this post):

I am cool, I am smart

And you, Miss, are an old fart

You think I don’t understand

Ask me to put up my hand

If I’ve got something to say

But you never give me praise

You don’t know that I am living

Something that feels like bereaving

To your eyes I’m not a child

But some kind of creature wild

That is here to destroy

Or just simply to annoy

You forgot that at my age

There’s a sudden surge in rage

No one knows how to deal 

With this type of ordeal

You would think it’s all just hormones

That I do produce pheromones

But it is much more than that:

I am growing

And transforming

I am losing sight of me

And of what I used to be

All my world’s falling apart

Though I’m cool and still smart

While you remain an old fart!

There has been a long period of my life, between the age of 15 and 25, during which I have written extensively, including poems (but I'm quite new to rhyming).  The end of those manuscripts will remain personal for a little longer, but it's liberating having to admit that I've started it all over again, and there's no way to stop the flow!  :)

Good night!