Growth pangs
My legs hurt
My back hurts
But most of all my mind hurts

I lose sleep
I lose peace
But most of all I lose my self

I shriek in pain
I cry with disdain
But most of all I embrace my insane

Things lose meaning
People become endearing
But most of all know nothing…

These pangs of growth
Something says are good
I hold on to faith ,thats all I brood
Sarandha