17

A very simplified version of my least favorite part of being 17.

17

Not a loner

Nor a prom queen

Confused by social norms

Stuck somewhere between

Wanting to make her mark

Yet not wanting to be seen

Dreaming of parties and popularity

Although it’s not really her scene

Boy oh boy

How I won’t miss 17

Author's Note

I would love constructive criticism as I am rather new to poetry.