Naive 16 Poem by Charles Melody

Oh! Naive 16, you have grown big like the mountain yet deserve the kindergaten.How you make me surprise.Why become like the merchandise that the trousers buy? must you become the prey? pray you stop being the prey for the glamour you pursue like a police after an accomplise will help you not. Oh! naive 16, the scent of limousine driving you crazy, making your brains lazy, making your dreams shattered, tattered and withered like a dying plant on earth. Oh! naive 16, now you are 16, before you become 22 in these ugly infatuations...., you might perish or retire and regreat.