Please.

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.