Teen Years

Ah, young and free...

when your hair must be perfect
and breath smelling fresh;
when the smallest touch
from one special guy
sends shivers through your body
and it means the world.
When every day is a constant struggle
for that moment
when your clothes are in style,
and your face a pretty mask,
when your friends laugh,
you smile,
he look over,
and your world is fine.
You walk in victory
with a boasting in your heart;
you have achieved acceptance...

All your scars shine their worth.

Suzanne N
May 19, 2000

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