just another gritty
string of words,
petty and unappealing,
along the same old theme.
angst.
love.
it's like that, isn't it?
like the way i can only write when
it's spring,
or when i'm in love.
like an ugly face
that you just can't help staring at
whether or not you want to,
like a hunched back.
or like an old woman's bitter,
knowing smile when
they think you're
just another
'one of them youngsters'.
when you realise that
they are probably right,
but you still try to keep that
feeling of outrage,
just for the sake of it.
you want to be different.
but really
you're just one of those
pathetic teenagers,
aren't you?
you can't take good poetry.
man.
i'm sorry, but
you make
me sick.
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Written May 24th, 2005
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I hate it when teen writers get labelled like this... Very uncool. I remember going through this phase.
Excellently written!! I felt every line. Bravo!!
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