Teenage

I was of seven
I am of sixteen
And mid four years were
Dear teenage me
I learned to live
And liveed to learn
But the transition
Made me happy with a packs of puff
I was of twelve
And was spreading my wings
But thirteen-fourteen were lockdown things
From 4'6 to 5'8 height grews
And had dreams of being sucessfull
Till I had my father's cope
And I became a poison vine
Love sick member of addiction clime
The puffs in mouth
Buds in ears
And walked with no fear
Transition took place
I got a even worsen case
Now I was fifteen
I had my first love
Which made me good from peice of crap
My zeniths engaged improvements
My nights with dreams
As I sixteen
I left all these