Seventeen

You don't know how it feels

To be seventeen years old.

To drive a car with three wheels,

Yet still have to do as told.

You don't know how it feels

To live a controlled life

Under someone who reveals

She understands this "fake" grief.

But you don't know what it's like

To make one little mistake

And have others show dislike

Toward you, causing great heartache.

Most of your friends just use you

And boys will use you too.

And even though you knew

You can't help feeling blue.

You try to pick yourself up,

But it's not easy to do.

With your parents fighting, yup,

This is a tough one to chew.

But what does not kill you

Only makes you stronger.

So don't just battle this flu,

Beat it and last even longer.