Throwback Thursday Part 2 (Seventeen Years Old)

Thought everything would be perfect.
Thought my imaginations would last.
The world has shunned me
With alcohol and sex.
I’ve lost my innocence,
And my bond with people.
I’m no longer a part of them.
All this time,
I thought people appreciate me.
Now everything’s a lie to me.
I can never tell which one’s good,
Or which one is nasty.
I’ve lost society’s trust.
I’m no longer a conformity,
But I am on my own.
I’m no longer on my own race,
But I keep my own heritage alive.
I stay away from the world,
So I won’t be like them.
The only thing that is left unshattered.
Unharmed.
The only thing that remains---
It's my own world,
Even though I'm seventeen years old.