Entrapped in a mind
That doesn’t feel my own;
My friends remain the same,
But from experience I’ve grown.
I’m a man trapped in a teenager’s world,
I long to let my true self unfurl.
But my friends are immature,
They’d be amused and laugh, I’m sure;
For this dilemma there must be some cure!
I hear them say that school is life,
They want to go home and escape their strife;
They have no idea what true life is,
Or how much pain school lets them miss.
Most of them will never know
The pain that has forced me to grow,
Or how nothing disturbs life’s cruel flow.
I hear them fret over petty things
And laugh and insult others.
They don’t know that it sickens me inside;
Can’t they see we should all be brothers?
They don’t try to see someone
For more than how they look.
They don’t get that the cover,
Means much less than book.
I chalk it up to immaturity,
They haven’t grown up yet.
They can’t understand my fury
And they never will, I bet.
I take comfort in the knowledge
That I’ve grown up much too fast,
And that I no longer act as foolish
As I would have in my past.
A contest entry
- What ever comes from the heart by oldphotosonlybringt.
360 points, ended January 26, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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amazing
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"They don’t try to see someone
For more than how they look.
They don’t get that the cover,
Means much less than book."
-this is so true
great job!
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Awesome!!
I love this poem. It's just how I feel. I use to be so immature; but after my mom left my family I had to grow up and act like an adult. Fabulous write.
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