[i]Half this age,
I was captivated by the simplest of things,
with only monsters under the bed to fear.
Double this age,
I suspect life will just pass me by,
and I will fear life itself.
But now, I'm 16 and realising,
even the prettiest of flowers,
have thorns on guard.
People preach the ideal,
but rarely act promisingly.
I'm 16 and realising,
society sticks to rigid and time honoured codes,
failing to break tradition for the greater good.
The truth is constantly manipulated,
leaving trust merely a vunerable element of our hearts.
I'm 16 and realising,
It's the stories of one's life from the beginning,
that dictate every part of them.
Love is over-rated,
an idea that saddens those who can not find it.
I'm 16 and realising,
that it takes ignorance to complete happiness,
and denial to claim peace.
What is seen is not what always exists,
and it is this bitterness that channels the truth.
I suppose we can be excused;
it is impossible to reach perfection,
let alone mantain it.[
Racism is endemic;
People lie and cheat;
This world is no heaven;
Society is purely a cycle that traps what we want to loose most;
Smiles only appear to every hundred tears,
and life hardens a soul to the very core.
I'm 16 and realising,
most things appear a diamond from a distance,
but are a tear-drop up close...[i]
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