The many shades of you

At 12 I had the world on the palm of my hand, exiting and new. Nothing was going to stop me from being me.
At 13 I was the coolest person in town, with anklets for socks totting a over-the-shoulder bag. I walked the streets demanding R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
At 14 I was misunderstood and sensitive, the world could never understand what I was going through nor could they ever experience it.
At 15 I was life of my own party, I made my own rules and broke my own rules.
At 16 I found my soul, an old soul it was. Full of wisdom and experience.
At 17 I was the activist, there were so many causes to fight for; women's rights, poverty, injustice and the love of good music.
At 18 I lost my old soul and became young again, adopted an addiction to shallow people and said goodbye to old friends.
At 19 I saw the light, the conflict within myself - the shame and guilt vs the fun and the partying.
At 20 I grew old, worried about the future and university grades and where will I go once I finished university?
At 21 I discovered myself, found my self worth through other things other than good grades and employment.
At 22 I found a community, similar in shape and smell to other communities and yet so different.
At 23....