A sweet sixteen is not so sweet
When I wish for it to be discreet
But it’s a celebration, I am no longer a kid
But i’m not an adult, god forbid
Eighteen is when I cross that line
Isn’t sixteen supposed to be my prime?
How can it be when so many difficulties await
Leaving me to sit here and contemplate
So what am I supposed to do?
The thoughts that surround me are all so new
I fear for the chan...