Adolescence

It creeps in
You don't know
One day you are playing
The next day you are still playing
Feeling bulky
And moody
Yourself
In a time machine
Eons from yesterday
Trying to remember
If its ok
To be you
You're reading too much
Pages, books, people
Tweaking your thoughts
To mirror your twisted peers
Pioneers in todays fad
Tomorrows throwaway
You are two hours late to the party
Endure a year as a laughingstock
So you go, and play
The dolls become pawns of shame
In your mirror image of the circle game
Playing,  you are queen
Who calls the shots and arranges things
Back to tomorrows reality
You once again are the scapegoat
For the mini society
Of adolescent kings and queens
You are the jester
For so many reasons
Yet you play along
Forbidding treason
Mom and dad call these people friends
All the sudden
Its redefined
What a friend is
And how many hoops you have to jump thru
To retain the illusion
That you are worthy.