One: The day I began to exist.

Two: It’s official, I’m now a Baptist.

Three: First time I’d ever been kissed.

Four: Finally made Principal’s List.

Five: Went skating, and then, sprained my wrist.

Six: Held my problems in like a cyst.

Seven: Became depressed, surrounded by mist.

Eight: Head out of the clouds, I’m a realist.

Nine: I truly do love my life, I insist.

Now: Just turned seventeen. Time’s a thief. Got the gist?