The Adolescent

Reckless I am, angry I will be;

I am the Adolescent

Underestimated and Underappreciated

Lost and Uncontrolled

There came a time in the winter fall

or the rise in summer

where I will come; bearing over at all cost

Lost and Uncontrolled

In the weeping of dawn

and the shine of the moon

I will leave the ones that raised me

Lost but Uncontrolled

And when I return back to my sorry home

bitter remorse as I peer down at

the white ghastly corpse of ma,

gone away from the pain.

I am the Adolescent

Found and controlled

by the love of my mother's poor body.

Jerome Tan