Eighteen Faded Years - 7/4/03

Beginning of life in eighty-five,
Enough to make my parents cry.
I was still important at age one.
And I was great for what I'd done.
By the time I hit the age of two,
I was bad for what I put you through.
At the age of three I got to see,
How evil this world can really be.
I was supposed be grown up by four,
Yet I knew nothing really for sure.
Five was the time to start school,
Prove to my parents I'm not a fool.
It only took me until the age six,
To see I'm different then other kids.
Catholic school had me at seven,
Brainwashing me to believe in heaven.
People thought I had hope at eight,
And I'd be rich if not for fate.
At nine I had my own seat on the bus,
Since my looks made too much fuss.
I enjoyed peace when I was ten.
Lots of time at home and no friend.
At eleven I seemed to hit a low.
No one to talk to, no where to go.
Parents were divored at twelve,
And I was set aside on the shelf.
Life sucked by the age thirteen,
Sadly enough I was an alcohol fiend.
Fourteen was depressing and bad.
Trouble overshadowed talent I had.
Fifteen was marred by beer and Kim.
What was left of my life looked dim.
Nothing sweet came out of sixteen.
But Kim trying to murder me was mean.
At seventeen I was dead inside.
Suicide tries and alcohol hid my lies.
Graduated and I almost see eighteen,
Still searching for life's meaning.