i've had one too many boys toss love at me like a hello

i am 18 and crazy
i read once that the two go hand-in-hand
sometimes
i feel i am nothing more
than stolen words
because sometimes
i can't help but simply be an echo
of punks songs
a bit of indie
and every book that crowds my shelves
but is that so terrible?
i have been molded by the hearts & souls of hundreds
i have been nurtured by the reality & fiction of people i'll never meet
i have learned from lives lived & imagined before mine
maybe sometimes i mimic the mistakes
maybe sometimes i follow paths with a thousand warning signs
maybe sometimes i really really **** up
but
i am 18 and crazy
so
i have plenty of time to clean my messes
i have time to right my wrongs
i have time