Teenage Years

No one knows,
Not even me,
Who am I?
I am lost at sea.

Once so young and pure,
Now naïve and carefree.
What ever happened
To the good old me?

Now that I've lost you,
I seem to have misplaced myself,
And now that you're gone,
So am I.

Without a doubt,
I have changed,
I run about
All hours of the night,

Whereas before
I would lay awake
And listen to my father snore,
And be the good girl I am supposed to be.

But what fun is that?
These years are supposed to be fun,
We're supposed get crazy,
And ignore our mum.

Things aren't supposed to be stressful for us,
To leave us with permanent reminders,
To leave scars across our bodies,
But hey, welcome to the Teeange Years.