I Am What I Will Become.

I am new, new to a world
Born at the beginning.
I am merely a child of eighteen
Years with the sense of
False confidence that is falling with
Every blow of time I take.

A fence, with iether peoples on
The sides opposing eachother.
All born from the same ancestory
But different opinions worth dying for,
But no idea what is worth living for.

I am a novice to living but
A master of death, like all others,
It comes so easy to anybody
Risking their lives to avoid it.
Heartbrake and pain, all are new.

But in years to come, they shall
Become the inconvinience of each
PassIng day.
This house will no longer be my home,
I shall trade roof for roof as my life
Carries along it's path.

My highs and lows shall grow
In number with things gained
And lost, with the birth of a family
I will be obligated to, as i call it my own.

My life will be worth much.
But for the moment i must
Content with my place,
Proving my place among the
Many who have shown their worth
Time and time again.

As my years become more numerous
With the annual rationing of my youth
And my body becomes weaker and my
Mind learns it's power, I will earn the rite
To belong.

Reviews

[DarkRainbowPie]

Striking words, wow :') I love the line ''With the annual rationing of my youth'' - brilliant! Ah here though, sort out those typos though, Waffle x')

[Firefly]

Thank you very much, i've read over it, fixed any typos i found, point out any i missed if you wish. Other than that, thank you for the review.

[InsanityWriter]

This is such a powerful peace, and it builds as it goes on. :) Excellent work! You put a lot of great imagery and expression into this; the rhythm of your words are perfect and it all comes together to flow beautifully. ;) Great work!! ^_^

[Firefly]

Thank you :D