I am young "liven" was an obstacle Always wondering why Don't want to be here When folks close die, or when I wanna cry Just emotionally Driven up the wall Being angry this much can make anyone fall Kinda feel trapped, only way out is that "beer" My little glitter of hope for better Fledgling, the inexperinced bastard from a toon town hood Red Rags and red Chuck Taylors The whole "Ride-or-die" shit I truly belive now That I oppressed myself with my obsessions Youth is not wasted on the young! Youth is wasted sulking into you adulthood and beyond!
Reason for writing:
I took the poem from A.N.M. if you haven't noticed. It took me an honest quick 5 minutes to write this.
Birth sign: Aries
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