While slashing away paper infinite of age,
attempting to think ahead of myself...

The sun fell today,
Its great power gone...

Personally, to be kept a secret might be my...
but to this poem I'll make an exception...

To tired am I,
to write a poem with meaning...

To let you read this,
Fear has definitely been put aside...

Using this pencil,
greatest weapon in the end...

I'm a teenager today,
I was a boy yesterday...

Will I be dead,
before I die...

Sitting here with her beside,
you readers cannot see...

To be able to judge,
thats where my foulacy stands...

Jokingly i admit defeat,
only to find that I am right on point...