Unwritten letters to you.

You're 14, young and wild. Oh I can see your face from miles away. You're getting bigger but at the cost of your self esteem. But, baby you haven't felt pain yet. You're beautiful and unharmed and untouched, but you are so beautiful. Your hair runs wild and you run free. You have a horrible taste with clothes but it doesn't get any better. So we'll drink to that. You're beautiful baby. I wish someone had told you, that nobody else needs to believe that but you. You're 14 and you were beautiful. Now you're 20 but magnificent. The ups and downs will come but you with your untamed ways and a knack for the worst decisions will get through it. In the end, you'll discover you needed nobody else all along apart from the you.
Because you'll always be beautiful.