He is 15

>He is 15

An unwanted
question

to himself

He feels and
speaks

In exclamation marks

In
comic book phrases

Soars up and
down

On his own
hormonal

Helter-skelter

He judges
harshly

And cries silently

Joy
rider feelings

shiny new
roadsters

carry him

to foreign
destinations

He sometimes drives to
fast

And breaks suddenly

His new
voice

Still unfamiliar

To his
ears

Already masques

The child in
him

Soon he will take

The
pen

Into his own hands

To
write

The book

That is his
life.