Adolescence

I feel hot and cold at the same time.
And no-one seems to see.
What im doing is always a crime.
And the lads -still- all harass me.

The girls are all off dating.
But I dont see the point.
The siblings are irritating.
And the gangs are smoking joints.

My emotions are driving me mad.
Happy, sad and teary.
The parties, the raves make me sad.
Glad im not there really.

Need a shoulder to cry on.
Still nothing makes me smile.
But you I can rely on.
And that makes my life worthwhile.