I remember being 12
wanting to be 13
so I could finally be a teenager;
before I knew everything that would happen after,
before I knew my time would elapse
and everything would come to a standstill.
Somehow I was blinded by my viridity
and life is running past me
but I can't seem to catch up
to being 17,
never wanting to become 18,
being 12 seems so right to me,
I never knew what my life would become
and now that I see my life through a small screen
I wish I never became so frightful
I hope to spend my days freely.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
