MIND OF A TEENAGER

Change

Feet on the smooth, warm sand

I move closer and closer to the water 

I can feel the warm sun

Beaming on my skin

Light winds blowing my long hair

I can hear seagulls flying peacefully

I get to the water and put my feet in the 

Entrance of the ocean 

I look down to the moving water

And see my reflection

I'm young

And beautiful

Not that I care what I look like anyway

I'm young

I smile to myself

Taking in the peaceful scenery 

Change

Change happens to everyone

Sometimes its a good change

But for me...

Change isn't that delightful 

Feet on the cold, rough sand

I move closer and closer to the water

I feel no sun on my skin 

The wind is cold, blowing in my face

I hear nothing

I get to the entrance of the ocean

The water isn't moving

I try to put my feet in the water

But it burns me

Pushing me away

I look at the water without touching it

I look at myself

I'm older

I'm ugly and hate that about myself

I'm older

I cry to myself

Taking in the horrible scenery

I hate how I've changed