adolescence

we are 
minorities of something colossal with
dropdead nervous sytems & alwaysfeelingunderpressureargh!
we are
not nothing
just time-halting storms
trying to see our laters a little clearer
and pretending we never
worry on our previous millionandtwentytwosteps
: i count.

i suffocate under
piles of
contemporary 'you must's
catching a breath at my own
'you can's
every now and then when
no one is watching

conflicts are enjoyable
just to the extend before
everyone takes it too seriously
and forget after-laughs
the ones i usually do
when i'm
alone in my head

the only one in the household but
one of the million of other
flippant-goodfornothing-dreamers like me.

we are
minorities of acceptable majority
unintentionally projecting ourselves
as
majorly unacceptable.