Being a teenager

Being a teenager is not fun,

Lots of struggling races, we have to run;

There are obstructions on our way:

It's difficult to recognize when occurs the day.

In reality we do not know what we say,

Thinking about when we will get at ease,

The chances of being popular we seize;

About studies we are always confused;

That's why our time gets misused,

Our relations become loose,

And we are unable to decide what to choose.

For a moment also, we do not get rest,

Everywhere, parents say to be the best;

For everything, we want reasons,

Our thoughts change like seasons,

For small things, always ready to fight,

And thinking we are always right.