Growing Up Poem by Teens

Poem About Growing Up

Do you ever stop and think about growing up?

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Do You Ever Stop And Think?

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Published by Family Friend Poems December 2009 with permission of the Author.

Do you ever stop and think?
Just reflect on everything that's happened to you
in the last few days,
months,
years?

Do you wonder where all that time went?
All those special moments
or just the ordinary daily activities that are now only memories.
Memories that are unique,
and the only way you can hold onto them
is by replaying them in your mind over and over again,
until the details all merge together and you're left with a fuzzy recollection
that doesn't seem to fit anymore.

Do you remember the exact time when you started to grow up?
When the conversations you had
were not about dolls or imaginary friends
but about sex, boys and "How far have you gone?"
When you started giggling not because you're covered in mud,
but because you remembered the time that a boy kissed you?

Have you ever turned around and suddenly everyone was 3 feet taller,
with bigger parts and more curves
and you had no idea where it all came from?

Have you ever felt that the closest people to you are also the furthest away?
Felt that everything was happening too fast?
And even though you didn't want to grow up,
you didn't want to be left behind either?

And when his hand is no longer a boy's but a man's,
when his touch does not convey safety but lust
and when your body betrays you and wants it too.
Is this when we have grown up?
Or is it when we are forced to grow up?

And who tells us when we have grown up?
How do we know when we have reached our destination?
Do we ever stop growing up, or do we continue to just grow in spirit?

And if I can see everyone else making choices,
trying new things, growing up,
is it selfish for me to want it to stay the same forever?

And if I make my own choices, try different things, slowly growing up,
will others notice that I'm changing too?
Do they wish that nothing would change just like I do?

And if I'm just scared of losing the people that are close to me,
scared of being left behind or leaving others behind,
is it okay for me to stand off in the distance,
just watching these people live their lives,
remembering how they are and how they make me feel?

But if I hold onto them too tightly, how am I to move on?
How am I to grow up and LIVE MY LIFE?
How am I to make decisions and take on responsibility if I'm living in the past?

I guess time continues,
whether you want it to or not,
leaving you behind or taking you for the journey of your life.

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  • Karungi Denise by Karungi Denise
  • 4 years ago

I love this poem. It's totally relatable. It really outlines the questions that have been stirring my mind lately. It turns out that you get to decide what growing up means to you. You don't have to take everyone else's direction or definition of it, lest you lose yourself.

  • Isaiah Hubbard by Isaiah Hubbard
  • 11 years ago

I was just wondering I love this written work...but how is it a poem....can someone define properly what this is? I feel like it's a bunch of well thought questions articulately organized in a beautiful grammatical structure? No slam on the writer I love this work as I have said!, I'm just genuinely wondering what this written work can be defined as or what category it could be put under.....I feel a poem isn't the most accurate category.

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