Sixteen is tears on your
Pillowcase
It is staying up till Midnight
AIM-ing
Then complaining about it
Tomorrow.
It is Arguments
Upon arguments
With your parents
About things impossible to show
Sixteen is an unsatisfying
Stage
It is a song that you don’t know
The words to,
It is pretending you’re
Not looking around,
It is “Decisions, decisions,
Life’s about college,”
Even though you have
Two years to go
Sixteen is being stranded
On an island
No sign of familiarity
Anywhere to be found
It is finally being able to
Look around at
Knott’s Berry Farm
without being too depressed
That the whole world
Besides you
Is in twos
Sixteen is sitting in
A glass fishbowl
Deciding to sink or swim
It is not even remembering
To breathe before you
Drown
In thoughts of him
It is measured in weight, test grades
Even in love
It is wanting to date him
So badly
But though it’s condoned
You still don’t go for it
Afraid of the awkwardness
If your parents know
Sixteen is a deep desire
An urge
To just run straight to
Eighteen Looming ahead of you
But a pull that grounds you
Back in the world
Where that’s not gonna happen
Soon
Sixteen isn’t a Gossip Girl
Episode
It isn’t going to take your side
It doesn’t come with a
Rulebook or rules
So nothing is about
All you know
When you’ve rolled
The dice
And are deciding
Where to go
Sixteen is wanting
Nothing
To do with him
But when you
See him again
You just want him back
It is the beginning of
“I really don’t care,”
And you start to do
What you feel
Sixteen is choosing
The wrong path
Just to prove
That you were right
It is C’s on Bio tests
It’s not about you
It is getting over yourself
And learning to smile
Through the grimace
That has permanently
Settled on your eyebrows
And lips
Sixteen is wondering why
You said no
When you thought you wanted
Yes
It is finally figuring out
How to do your hair
So it doesn’t look hobo
But it doesn’t look overdone
Now I’m not saying
I’m an expert
At the game of life
I fail
But all I know is
When I’m fifty
I’m going to want
Sixteen back.
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