The Ache

Heart ache upon the chest
Words of hurt not of jest.

Adolescents  burst to indviduation,
with anger formed in graduation
From child to adult mind

Will you love me test
Help Mom and Dad
Leave me alone

It is my money
Dad You got any cash
I don't have nothing
A mall mad dash

In tension from dependency to responsibility
We find there is no easy way to get through that grind!

As time rolls forward
formed friends are found
on healed but wounded chest