This is a poem I recently found on my computer written when I was around 14 unchanged;
I hear your conversations every time
But you will never learn to whisper quiet,
So quiet that even I can’t hear your words.
The breeze can try and lose me in the air
But I will linger when you’ve cast me out,
By then I’ll be a memory and my friends
Will be destroyed for pleasure, highs and lows.
But when you’re finished with me I will still
Be with you for a time until I fade,
Into the night or be it, in the day.
You hide from older eyes that disapprove
But still you go and do it all the same.
The smell is acrid, twisted in your clothes,
And tar is seeping, pouring down your bones.