It's
Never been easy
Sixteening.
Reading Shakespeare,
Searching for meaning;
Playing different roles
For everyone you've met
Wanting all the applause
You can get.
Feeling guilty
For deeds not done:
Trying to connect
With anyone:
Searching for words
With crystal clear meaning:
Never been easy
Sixteening.
A head that's full
Of new dreams each week,
Like treetops that trap
Morning mist off a creek:
Pushing out feelers
And pulling them in:
Trying to be yourself
While still fitting in:
Standing tall
When your heart's bleeding:
Never been easy
Sixteening.
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