goddesslike

shall i be the next new thing at 15?
with wisdom comes sadness and that in itself with prevent me from being that ingenue
is it what i want? jaded, as opposed to innocent and beautiful?
or do i
have
a
choice?
sometimes i think i've reached
the
breaking
point.
there's no trace of selfish egocentricity in me
i'd like to think i'm totally modest
wait, i lied, because like all vivrant things
i think i am a goddess
or, at the very least, goddesslike
writer's block is too frequent as are my teardrops
but would i rather be blameless
timeless
beautiful...