Poetry

Clung to The 17

written by: itischelsea

I've been here so long, it's to wierd to go on.
I see myself through a look glass, i didn't want this time to pass.
How much does this suck. It was ok to be stuck.
Now i really have to grow up and be an adult.I have no one to consult. What keeps me going is a passion for life.Looking for that one guy to make me an honest wife.Don't want to struggle with that just yet. I do have a feeling it's someone i already met.I don't wanna scare him away, but this is the only way for me to say, just how i feel at this point and time. I hope he doesn't mind being part of my rhyme.