One for when I was 13,
when I cried more than smiled.
Hated more than I loved.
And wished more than lived.
There was one then.
One for when I started high school,
When I was uncertain and curious.
When I hadn't quite figured myself out,
And couldn't look in a mirror without scowling.
There was another one then.
One for senior year,
The end of an era,
The start of something new.
When I said goodbye to old fears, and old places.
And threw arms open to my future.
There was one then.
One for now.
For now when I take on the real world.
Still scared, still unsure.
But there's courage in the words.
There's one now.
Thank you.
Bedhead.