My 15th year

My 15th year.

November 15th, I turned 15.
I didn't know what to expect, but I got the best feeling yet.
I felt like I was older, felt like the kid was falling off my shoulders.
And even though I wasn't 18, I felt "my life", what did it all mean?
I only have three more years under mom and dad.
Where am I headed? Am I glad?
After a few thoughts, "no", I wasn't.
I was clearly confused at what does and what doesn't.
What did I want to be, what did I want to see?
Is this the part of life I never knew, the part that seemed far but got close as I grew?
And then, it hit me. When I didn't see it coming, it pinched me.
My life is at a new start, I'm growing to find the purpose of my part.
Whatever happens I have to take. I have to believe that it would get better, even through the worst mistake.
If I want something done right, I have to do it myself! And if the walls to big, I'll find that strength in myself.
And then, it happened..... November 15th, I turned 16.