Sixteen is exciting at first.
Your license.
Your car.
But then it changes.
Your car payments.
The future job you will need.
College applications.
The bad paying fruit smoothie place.
Taxes.
Insurance.
Schoolwork.
After projects.
Late nights.
Crinkled hands.
Deep thoughts.
A lot of lists.
A lot of notes.
And all that will never solve the suffering because nothing changed when you turned sixteen.
Most of it was already there.
More added to it.
The nights get longer.
And suddenly night is only apart of the day and the fifteen minutes before the bell rings seems like nap heaven.

A/N

Hi this is a depressing poem but it's true.

Go check out the Miles and Allie book that involves Brallon as Allies parents.

^yeet

How many has been anticipating a update on my Brallon story Why Is It Wrong To Think Differently?  I know I haven't updated in a while I'm very sorry. I'm going to start getting to that though soon :)

Have a good -what ever time of the day it is because it's like 10:30pm rn. -Nellythefangirl