Time

With all these crazy thoughts
and crazy dreams,
I'm still just me,
A girl at sixteen holding
a pen that has a life of
it's own.
I wonder if in years to
come will I remember how
I was, how I am,
Will I smile as I remember
the days, the conversations
both  light and heavy, the
pictures of friends and places.
Well I think I will,
And I hope I will look back
on myself and think;
"She was so strong_ She did
what was right_ She was so
smart, so talented, so funny_
She was kind and loved by many_
She was beautiful, if only she had known it."