Somebody turned off the sun
So I could turn off the fun
The stare that seems familiar
Turned into a story for the ages
I asked the trees about my luck
Instead, they listed my lack
The way age crafted my skin
The more they questioned my worth
They'll put me beside another masterpiece
Then it'll be hell for the rest of the month
How long should I keep trying
Just so they could take me seriously
I should not be this sad
No longer a teenager makes me mad
Had to lie about doing fine
Just so I could still be in line
The house that lost its road
The host that turned into ghost
Looking out the window
Stranded by the darkest hour
I should not be this sad
About living like a little plant
Standing still until someone noticed
Flourish even when the sky won't turn blue
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I Saw The News and I Didn't Like It (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoesiaRumors and gossip, along with adulthood, are taking up all the space, all the while the inner battle of growing old can be a sign of the times of what's coming in the near future
