Boys my age,
All they want to do is party,
Those immature souls,
As I watch them drink their life and future away,
For once I too wanted to be like them,
I wanted to be free for once,
From the whispers,
The shouting and screaming,
Just for one second,
As the alcohol would flow through me,
Us being one,
As I put my hands in the air,
He would come to dance with me,
Put his hands on my waist,
As we moved in sync,
I would hold my gasp,
As he stopped the pain for a minute,
I would wake up,
Realizing it was just a dream,
An illusion, my mind playing games on me once more,
Pity I wanted to be free,
The chains on my wrists and feet say otherwise,
I'll never get out of here,
I cried.
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