I've been told I'm missing out on the best years of my life.
To enjoy highschool and "relax"

I'm avoiding the mistakes I'm bound to make.
To follow in the wrong footsteps.

I'm not ready to give it all up though.
For what? A dance? A boy? A football game?

I stand in the halls and see young "love"
Laughter, joy,happiness...
Tortured souls.

Some don't see it,
But I do.
Whether it's from heartbreak, frustration, expectations, or failure.

Our minds have been sabotaged with idealistic images of perfection.
And yet I'm surviving by sticking to what I know is best for me.

I'm living without the happiness that most girls want,
With the perfection that most kids desire,
Achieving the goals most can't obtain.

And yet What I have is not what I want or even close to my expectations,
It's what's best for me.

What most don't see is that,
The only thing that matters now,
is the resume and applications that depict the rest of our lives.

The people that we know now ,will leave.
And our future depicts who we will meet and spend the rest of our lives with.

So why bother with inflicting subjects?

Look at me, I avoid them.
At all cost.

You might look at me ,even hear about me,
Oh the rumors,
But what do you have that I don't?

How about what will I have in ten years?
What will you?

I'm using the best years of my life to my benefit
I'm preparing myself in the best way possible for my future
While I have the chance.

One song, one kiss, one crowd.
Will it change my life for better or for worse.

Will it be there for you in 20 years?
Or will your spouse who swears to love you for better or for worse?

So for now,
my rank, my GPA, my faith,and my family
Are getting me by.

I'm living through the best years of my life.
Enjoying high school,relaxing when I get the chance.
But reaching higher expectations.

Now it's your turn.
Relax.
Breathe.
Now climb.