Youthful Fool
With youth comes happiness, or so they say.
Yet happiness is absent for those
who have been pushing youth away.
My ideals, beliefs and opinions I have built never borrowed or bought
dismissed with a wave of an adults hand
for at my age, I am not entitled to such thoughts.
For 16 years I have been under thumb, gotten my fill
yet now I'm still too young yet I fear
that if I have not learned by now, I never will.
I am force fed responsibility yet deprived of basic human rights
even conclusions of myself I am too young to draw
for even with 2 open eyes, I am blind in sight.
Sometimes I hate to think the wicked of the grown
that years of life is somehow equal to experience
as if days of life could atone.
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Growing Pangs
Is the year worth the time?
I've yet to decide.
I suppose this is how it was designed,
we are all but etchings washed away by tide.
The motivation at once burrowed within
has vacated me thus far and now.
Apathy is one of the seven deadly sin,
I'm too apathetic to know what that endows.
Each day comes with struggles.
The night, the day's affliction.
Is each day a struggle worth struggle?
The night, the day's corruption.
And without a doubt in my mind
this will be the hardest thing I'll ever do,
breaking from all this childhood bind
to move forward thus leave behind you.
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