Birthdays are Rough

I remember when I turned 18

The music was so loud the culture so proud

Surrounded by the best crowd

I will change the world, I said

Nothing but a bright future ahead

And then I turned 19

And realized 18 was mean

Then recollected that 17 was a waste

And at 16 I felt misplaced

At 15 I was hot shit

And at 14 I was too high to admit

At 13 it was so bad I’d rather not recollect

But before that life was perfect

Being a teenager is harder than it seems

But these are the years were your allowed to dream

If there is any advice I could give

It’s to take your time, forgive and live.

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