When you are young, you have a right to be liked because you are young.

And it’s easy to think the affection is forever, but you will find there is no reason to like you when your youth is gone. Unless you have used your youth to become a pillar of strength, a pillar of light, there is no reason to like you.

It is a hard lesson to learn. Bitter to swallow.
Many never do swallow
and cling to chimaeras,
daddy’s I love you’s,
previous triumphs.

They don’t know there’s an ocean out there
All the once young drift in,
A soup of sad, lonely leeks
Who have nothing but dreams
And regrets.