Dear 15 year old me,
This is how life is meant to be,
It will be crazy,
But 20 years later, it'll all be hazy.
You'll write your boards this year,
and I really hope you overcome your fears,
Though at times it may leave you in tears,
You know you'll shoot high like a spear.
The poem ends but not your story,
being the only one who knows you're afraid is bravery,
Life is tough but so are you,
now it's time to bid you adieu.