Not yet a woman; no longer a girl,
Caught in a challenging, in-between world.
Too old for dolls; too young to go steady
Wondering if you’ll ever be ready.
Up-and-down feelings that you can’t predict
Locking yourself in your room, playing sick
Facial complexion’s a broken-out mess,
When it will clear up, is anyone’s guess.
Suddenly you have grown quite a bit taller
And the surrounding world feels a lot smaller.
Boys at school stare at your top, and they talk
You sense their eyes watching you when you walk.
Parents want you to act like an adult
Their expectations make you want to bolt.
Hang in there, Angel, and try not to fear,
Fourteen will be here, in less than a year.
It will get better, please take it from me.
I know; for once I was thirteen, you see.
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