<p>We’re not kids, not grown, just stuck in the scene,</p><p>Half in the past, half chasing a dream.</p><p>Laugh too loud, then hide in a glare,</p><p>Hearts on our sleeves, tangled in hair.</p><p>They say “be responsible, handle your way,”</p><p>But push us aside when decisions hold sway.</p><p>We crave the new, but cling to the old,</p><p>Tears in our notebooks, stories untold.</p><p>Our voices flip-flop, our courage wears thin,</p><p>We fight for the future, let the past sink in.</p><p>Crushes and failures, they mix in a stew,</p><p>A whirlwind of “what” with a dash of “who.”</p><p>We scrape knees on sidewalks, on pride, on the night,</p><p>Learning to stumble, learning to fight.</p><p>Every mistake is a badge, every grin is a clue,</p><p>The awkward is ours, and the awkward is true.</p><p>We dance in the chaos, we sing with a sigh,</p><p>We’re teenagers floating between earth and sky.</p><p>Not yet the adults, but more than the youth,</p><p>Lost in the middle, yet chasing the truth.</p>