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

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

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

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...

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