Sixteen
Sixteen
Is supposed to be a wonderful time in a young girls life,
but when I was sixteen my view was far from it
and their was no one to blame but me.
I chose to love, I chose to lie, and worse of all I chose to disappoint my mother.
At sixteen I got Regan and had a baby boy
although he was the sparkle in my eye,
I desperately wanted to turn back time and be a normal sixteen year old.
I was in love with someone who didn't love me back
I lied to myself thinking one day he might.
Now I am 19 trying to make a better life for me and my baby boy,
I may not want to turn back time as much now, but I remember being 16 and
now I leave that memory in the back of my mind to remind me why
I live to see tomorrow.
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