These are the years.
The ones of
"why can't I be as pretty as her?"
and
"why can't I be as cool as him?"

These are the years.
The ones of
that feeling of loss,
and failure.

These are the years.
The ones of
tears,
and heartache.
Depression,
and self harm.

These are the years.
The ones of joy,
and laughter.

These are the years.
The ones of
fun,
and amazing memories.

These are the years.
The ones of friends,
and family.
Love,
and happiness.

These are the years.
The ones that you need to treasure,
and make the most of.
The ones you'll look back on,
and be glad you were there for them.