Poetry

An Adult Teenage Kid

Oh the years I have been alive.
Into a storm I didn't know I'd dive.
You see I'm only a teenage boy-15.
But oh the things I have seen.

I look around and see woman and man.
I see that we try do do all we can.
But just becuase it's what we can do,
Doesn't make it the right thing to do.

I never want to see another person hurt.
When I do, against the hurter my anger will spurt.
But you see, that I have seen to much.
I did once, or twice, hurting people as such.

But out of the ashes,
The memory flashes.
But a lesson from mistakes we are taught.
Forgive, and give the wrong doer another shot.

I've seen people, the ground they hit.
Smack! There lives no longer fit.
I've seen the greatness of loss.
Away there old lives were tossed.

I've seen your eyes fill with tears.
I've seen come true, your greatest fears.
I've seen people want to die.
And I've seen people at these things, as well as me, cry.

Yes! Yes I do see!
My eyes are open trust me.
So yes, at a point in time we'll bleed blue.
But that's becuase we don't know what to do.

But now I know.
So you I'll show.
Oh the things I've seen.
At the age of 15.