I feel the ache
start to spread,
I hear the crowd
and I'd shoot them dead
if only I weren't
so wrecked in the head.
I wanna live
a life I can love,
but you that I
nor the angels above
can save me now
and I have hurt myself.
I feel like
I'm forty-five,
I talk like
my mind is part of the hive,
I'm living like
already I have died.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I feel much older than I am and I worry that affects how I am spending my teenage years.
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Comments1
A most interesting poem of age perception. They say your are only as old as you think you are. Nice
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