I might be immature
I might be mad
It might be nature
I might be sad
It can be teacher who made me look bad
It can be me who tried to be chad
I always tried to talk to my dad but it was me who always fled
Now I don't know where to live and where to set
Because school ain't working that
Things are updown dry and wet
But I know soon things will get set
Because my future will takeoff like a jet
Away from every single rat.
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Author:
Adiii (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As an asian teenager I am sorry for my lack of knowledge for english language but I can't let the language barrier hold back my creativity I don't want to earn anything from my poems just want to share and learn from others Peace :)
- Category: Children
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Comments1
Good luck to you.
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