Sixteen is too young for a self portrait they say.
Sixteen is too young to write how you feel on a piece of paper.
You dont know yourself,
you dont know what you want.
Impossible! They say. Throwing their gold locks over their shoulder. Impossible, you're only sixteen.

You're wrong i say, you're very wrong.I know that the clothes that sit still upon your skin dont matter,but the heart that lay beneath them does. I know that it doesn't matter where you come from, as long as you know where you're going.

I may not know how to do chemistry, or how to find X in the longest math problem in the world. BUT,i know how to write a hell of a poem.
And that,
that counts
for
so
much
more.

Self Portrait at 16