So I'm turning seventeen soon, but it's just a number.
And I don't know why just the past three years are different than any other.
Why sixteen is called sweet sixteen?
Isn't every year different with its own twists and plots?
And I am not sure if I want to freeze the time or go back in it.
No, I have travelled past it by now.
But I still love the smell of old library books and black tea in the rain.
With all these rhetorical and sophisticated questions people throw at me
Even the simplest phrases gets complicated.
So is this about going back?
And all these slang, foul words and abbreviations created everyday,
Looks like people are forgetting to spell.
And the efforts of a teenager to fit in is so devastating,
Because in reality, she was made to stand out of the crowd.
Pity, isn't it?
That we don't realise how good we truly are deep inside rather than this mirrored face.
These classes gets so boring,
How come school never teaches us what it is to live like ourselves?
So is this about change?
High school has both ups and downs,
We need more shows like "13 reasons why" and less dramas.
High school is where you are supposed to make memories and not tragedies.
The laughter we share with our loved ones walking through the hallway,
Being ourselves and not labelling any other human being.
That's where we start doing good, even to ourselves.
The extroverts have their own lonely days.
The wallflower is actually a person with crazy dreams.
So is this about the prejudice?
This,my dear world, is teenage at its own design.
At least for me it is.
And sometimes it's okay to stand out.
It's okay to feel uncertain about your own feelings,
It's okay to question yourself.
It's better than regretting having made a decision that changed your life in a way you never really wanted.
It's better to be heard for good than for something you would want to take back.
Because we haven't even found out who we are, truly.
What magic we hold is still a mystery.
We are not there yet. I know I am not.
So, seventeen or any other number, it's just a number that goes up by one every 365 days after the day of our birth.
But, the feelings, the thoughts and the experiences,
That marks our age.
That shows us how much we have grown, how much we have lived.
And I don't know why just the past three years are different than any other.
Why sixteen is called sweet sixteen?
Isn't every year different with its own twists and plots?
And I am not sure if I want to freeze the time or go back in it.
No, I have travelled past it by now.
But I still love the smell of old library books and black tea in the rain.
With all these rhetorical and sophisticated questions people throw at me
Even the simplest phrases gets complicated.
So is this about going back?
And all these slang, foul words and abbreviations created everyday,
Looks like people are forgetting to spell.
And the efforts of a teenager to fit in is so devastating,
Because in reality, she was made to stand out of the crowd.
Pity, isn't it?
That we don't realise how good we truly are deep inside rather than this mirrored face.
These classes gets so boring,
How come school never teaches us what it is to live like ourselves?
So is this about change?
High school has both ups and downs,
We need more shows like "13 reasons why" and less dramas.
High school is where you are supposed to make memories and not tragedies.
The laughter we share with our loved ones walking through the hallway,
Being ourselves and not labelling any other human being.
That's where we start doing good, even to ourselves.
The extroverts have their own lonely days.
The wallflower is actually a person with crazy dreams.
So is this about the prejudice?
This,my dear world, is teenage at its own design.
At least for me it is.
And sometimes it's okay to stand out.
It's okay to feel uncertain about your own feelings,
It's okay to question yourself.
It's better than regretting having made a decision that changed your life in a way you never really wanted.
It's better to be heard for good than for something you would want to take back.
Because we haven't even found out who we are, truly.
What magic we hold is still a mystery.
We are not there yet. I know I am not.
So, seventeen or any other number, it's just a number that goes up by one every 365 days after the day of our birth.
But, the feelings, the thoughts and the experiences,
That marks our age.
That shows us how much we have grown, how much we have lived.
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