It all makes sense,
It all connects,
It all unfolds
In my intellect.
I once searched
To try and see
What makes teenagers different
From kids, like me.
There's a change, a switch
That seems to flick
When one reaches teenagehood,
But what doesn't click,
Is how it only flips
For the marjority
And it just slips
From the outcast like me.
Why are they older,
Mentally?
Do they see something
That I can't see?
Why are they different,
Ethnocentric and anxious
While us childly minded
Are oblivous?
What changes?
What's different?
I cannot see
Why most teenagers are apart
From the innocent with glee.
It all makes sense:
Why some change, some don't.
It in what older kids do that younger kids don't.
Those childly teens have never kissed,
They never had hormones rage,
So of course they missed,
On what sets teens and children apart:
The hormones that release from the acts of the heart.
When PDA is shown for the very first time,
Bizarre things start to happen:
Chemicals release, you feel older, unwinded
From the little kid you once were.
The need to play pretend and escape this world,
Seems to all but disappear,
When those magical chemical are hurled
From the pits of loss of innocence.
Love is a wave, eroding the child,
Into a mature adult.
It's why teens and children never can click
It's nature's way of bringing youth to a hault.
A kiss is a drug,
Replacing childplay
And oh what is a hug
But a travel through the day.
Everything a child has
Everything a child needs
Is replaced by these hormones
Or so it seems.
It all makes sense:
Innocence is only a gift
Until true love takes over
And gives fate a lift.
-RazzberryWerewolfPoet- Community Member 
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