Reid@YWP

I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far.

It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day,

sun shining, birds singing,

but instead of swimming in the lake or shooting archery on the range we are stuck inside 

They gather in shadow beyond the monuments, 
no longer chiseled names, but men again, 
haunted by what they see, 
each bearing the weight of his vision now worn. 

 

Being a teenager in today's world is so hard. 

You have to deal with: stress of school, social interactions, people telling you what to do and what not to do.