Fifteen

Growing up
Yet still young
The blank page of your life ahead
And the memories of what you’ve done

The years you lost

To tears, laughter and school
Wondering why you ever liked that boy
You were such a fool

That first kiss

On a rainy night
As he whispered your name
And you smiled with delight

As you stare at the photographs

Of the friends you once adored
You tear them into pieces
And throw them to the floor

That tall annoying teacher

Who shrieks your name
Short fat Mrs Brown
Who puts your Maths to shame

At fifteen you feel grown up

Sophisticated and old
But really you’re just a baby
With a story half told.