Your story is shaping my views,
but i haven't decided how.
This apprehension of how to act
and of what they will say
is causing the shakes.

What you have told me,
is causing confusion in my mind,
of what i should tell you,
of what i actually think,
of realizations completely unrelated.

Your story makes me envious,
And i know i shouldn't be,
But i can't help being that way
I know every teenager is,
And i am no different.

What you have told me,
has make me think of what my values are,
of what i have done,
of what i will do,
the guilt is daunting.

Your story makes me sickened,
that you could do such a thing
to yourself,
to those around you,
and just by the unholiness of the act.

What you have told me,
has shocked me deeply
that you didn't draw the line
of morality
and of common knowledge.

Your story has proven
that i am naive,
to think things of you,
to think things of others
to underestimate myself.