I kind of hate being a teenager.
It's like you're old enough to want,
and to love,
and to dream, and want to do things and make your own decisions,
but you can't.
It's like living in mental prison.
You're old enough to crave, and yearn for adventure.
But you're forced to live under a roof with rules and regulations.
And learn to quiet your mind, which has none.
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my mind when it should be sleeping; a series of thoughts
Poetrywho doesn't lie awake all night thinking about that one person. maybe it's someone you want, maybe it's someone you can't have, maybe it's someone who doesn't even know you exist. here's my personal thoughts at night when my mind should be quiet, an...
