Sometimes, as I lay exhausted
I like to open my eyes
Drink in the dark
And check if im grown up yet
Im 11 going on 13
Yet still small enough to dream
And play semi real role plays
Ah, the tragic child mind;
So simple yet more complex than an adolescent endocrine system
Mourning for noone, just the feelings attached
I like to open my eyes
To check if im grown up yet
Am I?















Comments
this is a good start- the idea is totaly there and solid, it just needs a little tweeking. i feel like you're missing a stanza before the last couplet at the end.
maybe repeat idea of darkness at the end of the piece? maybe there is light? just suggestions
and whatev you do don't let the fear get the better of you. writing is fighting.
-teenage jesus
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need some hell.
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the microphone shakes as i spit words at you
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