Define sixteen by how it ought to feel:
Unnecessary angst, hormonal change,
The sense that even minor things are real
In massive, urgent ways, all passions strange
In their intensity, the wavering
Between ecstatic bliss and dumb despair,
The constant certainty, yet wondering
If anybody notices you're there,
The shudder in the heart - and in the guts
Whenever someone special wanders by,
The constant stream of ifs and ands and buts
That crowd around your thought and multiply
Your doubts; consider this, and after all
I've been sixteen more than is natural.
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