I was 15, but still clueless
Not only that, I was also reckless
Soon I'd be going to college
But I still don't know what my purpose in life is

I'm a keen observer, and all I could see
Are my friends, and how lovely they came out to be
I was seeing them grow and mature
Into people I admire, beautiful and pure

But why am I stuck here,
My growth staggering miserably?
I watched as they'd grow with love,
I can't lie; sometimes it brings me to jealousy.

Maybe it wasn't my time yet
Or maybe it's up to me
But I know...

As cliche as this sounds,
Better days will come
And I'll turn out happy.

p.b.l.