Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fourteen

I attempt to give you

Lots of latitude;

Raging hormones cause

An attitude.



Pimples begin,

Lack of confidence within;

It's a matter of importance

Which clique you are in.



Popularity is measured,

Nonacceptance feels bad,

It hurts me as well

When you are sad.



I try to explain

It's just a matter of time;

Soon you too

Will be in your OWN prime.



I keep my eyes open,

You are far from grown;

You still need my direction,

Even though you moan.



It's such an endeavor

To find one's own way;

I know in my heart, though,

You will be okay.




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