at fourteen,
i hid from the scene,
and wrestled with sins and unseen

at fifteen,
i reigned like a queen,
my dreams fueled by a machine's gleam.

at sixteen,
my heart was shattered between,
i slipped into chaos, a little obscene.

at seventeen,
a phone was my lifeline’s sheen,
chargers and texts, my daily routine.

at eighteen,
school was an endless...