17 is crying in the hallways and stargazing on the lawn. 17 is having a bottle of ***** under the bed, but being too scared to drink it. 17 is Ribs and loneliness, As you watch the night slip away and the knowledge hits you that you now have to wait for morning.
17 is the unknown. 17 is taking risks. Not because you are brave, but because you don't have anything left to give. 17 is to be lost, but to be okay with that.
17 is slowly coming down from the high of growing up, Reflecting on all you have lived, As you patiently wait for your life to begin.