Round 18
Here I am--eighteen and coldScared and alone
Out on my own
Here I am--eighteen and mumblin'
Always fumblin'
for some sort of enlightenment
But I always find out the hard way
There I was
Young and afraid
And it was only my first day
Of being eighteen
Three months later
Three months wiser
I'm mentally older
But really eighteen
And I remember when
I was fifteen and rebelling
Sixteen and cursing
Seventeen and sighing
All the while living
Speeding while driving
Eighteen years old
I'm not scared or alone
[Or no more than I should be]
Just living and breathing
And thinking how after eighteen years, I'm still ok
Three cheers for eighteen more,
and eighteen more,
and eighteen more,
and eighteen more...
posted by Jenny @ 6:44 PM
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