Just a thought I've been having more and more lately.
What would it be like to run away? To be free? To live without fear or regret?
My parents aren't terrible. They don't hate or abuse me or anything.
But they are so different from me that I might as well not be a part of their family.
They always taught me to stand up and fight for what I believe in.
That is until my beliefs became different from theirs.
If you ever get a tattoo, I'll disown you.
You have to get straight A's or I'll pull you out of public school.
No, you're not taking a gap year.
You're going to college.
But what about me?
I'm being shown how to live my own goddam life.
So here's to the kids like me.
The ones who are forced to live a life different than the one they dream about.
If you want to ride a motorcycle,
Do it.
If you want to smoke or do drugs
Do it.
If you want to skip school
Do it.
If you want to run away and go live in the mountains below the stars.
I'll come with you.
Be free
Be you.
You only get one shot at this particular life. Make it a good one.
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A Day in the Life of the Human Race (Poetry Volume I)
PoesiaThis book is completely random and contains all different kinds of free-verse poetry. ❅ I don't even know where some of these came from, but are pieces of writing somehow developed from the pits of my consciousness that make me wonder what the hel...
