My mind is older than my body
My heart has been broken like that of someone triple my age
I have seen the horror in beauty
The beauty in horror
I have seen the humor in pain
The pain in humor
I have seen the loss in joy
And the joy caused by loss
And that is common now
People my age have seen all of this
We have seen the blood that we were born with on our hands
The blood we put on our hands
And we have lost the meaning of it
It has been on our hands for so long that without it we don't know how to live
At least that's how I see it
But what would I know I'm only eighteen
