19 Years Old

People tell me all the time,
these are the best years of ya life.
But I never believed them,
I just wish it would pass by.
 
When we are young,
we all want to be older,
do things we can't really do.
But I know now I was young.
 
Even though
these years are tough.
These years are
too important for all of us
 
These years we find out,
who we really are.
Who we really want to be,
and tests to see if we becoming them.
 
Don't tell me,
that you know who you are,
for we can't fully,
only Jah above can.
 
Learn something new everyday,
down though the years.
But if you grow up too fast,
You won't see ya self grow.
 
I've kept mooping around,
wishing these years to pass,
these memories to fade.
But these tell me who I am.
 
Time always goes,
theres no stopping it.
Don't speed it up,
you'll miss out.
 
I've learned so much,
I've been though much.
I've seen the best.
I've seen the worst.
 
But I know now,
who i'm becoming,
who I want to be.
I'm actually happy for once.
 
For I am 19 years old,
forever still won't tell me who I am,
but I will enjoy the time,
finding out who I truly am.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Matt Avatar
June 3, 2011 at 2:39 AM
I won't tell you these are the best years of your life, but I will tell you when you look back, no matter how stressful or bad they are, you will actually see yourself and see what you have right now and your future self will be jealous. We miss the things we don't have, even the things that weren't great. Good pen.
A  Avatar
June 1, 2011 at 1:36 AM
really awesome keep up the good work Luv*Skat
Kimbrity Avatar
May 31, 2011 at 8:45 AM
Ohhh, it's so sad yet so sweet. I loved it!!!
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