A walk down the road alone
A movie by myself
Talking in a different tone
Even taking my cousins to see an elf
A taste of freedom
All a lie
You have to go meet 'em
My parents, oh my
Where to to start
They do kind of want to know
Everything all the way to pre-testing my tarts
I need them to stop or I'll be at a low
They love me, I know they do
But I've had a taste almost a bite
A big bite of freedom too
And even just a taste sparks light
That forces a hunger, a craving
And I need more leash to walk with
For with an unfulfilled craving, I am caving
And I know it's not a myth
Somedays I dream of college as a place to get away
Because this is what a taste of freedom does for me
But other days all I want to do bus stay
It makes me need to be free
I am scared yes, of all the terrors
But am excited for what's to come
For I have had a taste of freedom
And I am hungry, very hungry
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All My Shit Is In A Book
RandomI'm the creator of my own greatest disaster. I write for me a no one else. I want you all safe. Please stick with the awful writing at the start of this collection. I started writing two years ago and have developed a lot.
