I’m 15 and i’m impervious.

Despite what all the adults say, i’m a deity.

I’m 15 and i’m living in the now.

Despite what all the others say, I live life like i’m going to die, because I am.

I’m 15 and i’m running, stressing, running, working, running, crying, running, writhing, running, dying, and running through my life.

Despite what they say, I feel fine… right now.

I’m 15 and i’m omniscient.

Despite their warnings, i'm indubitably right. • • •

I’m 15 and I am terrified, the news makes sure of that.

Despite what I know, I still expose myself to the constant injustice of the rest of the world through social media.

I’m 15 and I am worried about the future.

Despite their attempts to dilute the truth of our inevitable fate, I still have not found peace with it.

I’m 15 and I am regretting my choices.

Despite their efforts to caution me, I w   ould never listen to the cacophonous growl of truth and reason.

I’m 15 and now I know that I am just 15.