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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Comments4
A most interesting poem of age perception. They say your are only as old as you think you are. Nice
thanks
You are most welcome
A sense of struggling with thinking they should behave older than they are, maybe through added responsibility, instead of just being there age. Which in time takes it's toll. Well expressed write
Thank you
You are very welcome
Your teenage age years will guide you for the rest of your life. Your writing is a beautiful outlet. This poem expresses the worry and stresses all teens have growing up in backwards social hive of killer bees. You have to be the queen. The workers will oblige.
very true, and thanks for reading
Anytime. 😀
Hayleigh, I remember feeling that same strange age inside...like your soul’s seen too much too soon. You wrote it beautifully and bravely. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you
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