Seventeen years,
a short life to many,
but for me
it's seventeen years too long.
So much left to see
and yet I've seen enough.
So much left to do
but haven't I done enough?
So much left to experience
but I've experienced enough.
I've seen death
and the pain of others,
but with these eyes
I've seen happiness too.
I've failed
and done nothing but wrong,
but with this body
I've done something good as well.
I've experienced despair
and I've lost all hope,
but with this life
the light has shined once before.
To my left lies darkness
and nothing but fear.
To my right stands a light
and a place filled with hope.
Standing here I must admit,
is it enough?
In front of me the unknown future,
behind me a lingering past,
and beside me the troubling present
always looking over my shoulder.
Oh the life of a teenager,
is there anything better?

