I'm only 18, who am I to know?

Everything can be pretty
Everything can be ugly

We all have secrets
That better not be told

We all like to hide the moments we wish weren’t there
We all want to live happily ever after
Seems like a journey of touchier
If you ask me

Life can be a complete bitch sometimes
But that doesn't mean we should give up
Even the hurt isn’t so bad once its gone
But who am I to know

I’m only 18
Living
Trying to be happy

I love the past
But regret it as well

Who am to say what’s right and what’s wrong
Who am I to stop those that aren’t right?
Who am ?