That's a wrap!
Growing up is a trap.
Can I freeze time?
Go back to cloud nine?
Look I know you don't care,
I agree. You shouldn't loose a single hair
Over a girl who was 12
Living in some sort of hell.
At the time I was numb to the pain,
My energy would drain
As lay in my bed
Crying and disdain.
I was different to most, to my detriment
A hefty cost...A heavy loss.
I confided in a girl concerning
My visions of the world.
Now I wonder how I had so much trust,
In someone who's loyalty
Was as uncertain as dust.
Boys dared their friends to hug me,
Was I such a dare?
Was I an ugly animal,
Would it kill to give me a stare?
Maybe it was my religion
The colour of my pigment.
Or because I didn't swear
Or that I didn't care.
Maybe it was that.
I simply didn't give a shit.
Only wanted to quit.
Growing up is a trap,
and that's a wrap.
-T
I call it fight cause I fought with basically every girl in my class.
I call it karma cause my traitor friend got kicked out of that class the next year.
I call it action because harsh words were spoken. And I acted out and everything went to mayhem.
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The End of a New Beginning
PoetryIt's too late now. We just have to move on. The memory keeps appearing on my mind. I can't seem to forget it. It constantly makes me recall back to that very day. It was rather disturbing. I am desperate for answers.... Time passed as I waited pati...
