OMG.

Because everything's within your reach.
               EVERYTHING'S within your grasp.
You can aim high,
        And  you can get there.
Nothing is impossible,
         Nothing is just dreams, castles built in the air,
NOTHING is wishful thinking.
                   You are at your greatest potential, now.
But...why doesn't it feel like that?
           Why is every part of you aching to be anyone other than yourself? (And why are you so dramatic?)
THEM DRATTED HORMONES, THEM.
 They enter,
     little chemicals,
RUINING YOUR LIFE.

Because, now everything is a big deal.
            Everything hurts.
The highs are too high, and the lows are even lower.
And there are boys and girls and everyone, everyone hurts you.

EVERYONE.
Especially you.

Oh, being a teenager.

The Tale of the Monkey and the Multipurpose Biscuits

One of the main lessons I have learnt,

Are that there are many uses of a biscuit that’s burnt.

In case this statement has left you foggy,

Think about it... they can never go soggy.

And I tell you, these burnt to crisp treats –

Provide a real workout for your teeth.

So hard that the teeth they almost break,

‘Tis the result of a cookie that’s over-baked.

And before you I’m about to present a story,

That shows the Burnt Biscuit in its glory.....

Once upon a time, a monkey was able,

To slip into our home and reach the dining table.

And on this table, stood a box,

Full of burnt biscuits like sweet flour rocks.

On the other side of the table, sat my father,

By this sudden visitor, he was startled rather,

But all his courage he did gather,

And got ready to face this furry, tailed rival,

Who decided that essential for his survival,

Were the biscuits that my mother had cooked –

So, the monkey turned into a crook.

The biscuits had a sudden appeal,

And so the biscuit box, the monkey tried to steal.

Enter my father, drawing up to his full height,

Chased down the monkey, who in his fright,

Dropped his dear biscuits, such fear he felt,

And in a case of quick thinking my father decided to pelt,

The monkey with the biscuits he had so desired,

Daddy opened the box and he aimed and he fired.

The monkey ran off, became a brown blur,

As the last of the biscuits bounced off his fur.