somewhere in the middle.

my journey to adulthood,
my youth to kiss away.

But as we go we find ourselves
at a truly awkward stage.
We're partial, unripe, sketchy and crude
at this tender age.

we are old enough to make a choice
yet still young in many ways.
Too young to pack our bags n go,
too old to want to stay.

Young enuf for fun and games
too old for carefree lives.
Young enuf for hopes n dreams,
yet for reality we strive.

Old enuf for heartfelt pain,
too young to find the cure.
Too old for the childish ways of past,
too young to be mature.

Old enuf to fall in love
and give our heart away.
But, still too young to understand
just why we feel this way.

We're trusted, loyal, proud and true
yet scolded,sneered and scorned.
between the role of adult and child,
we are somewhere torn.

like an incomplete work of art,
we're awkward, unsure, half-baked.
But be patient please
for we're on our way
to becoming something great.