I bleed
And in my mind I'm planting a seed
A little idea of mine
That is so very divine
The tingles travel down my spine
As they try to make me walk the line
But they don't know what I know
They don't know how I've grown
The secrets I have learned
The people who have turned
Turned to alcohol, drugs, sex
So what's next?
Am I one of those people or not?
They wonder how much I got
Have I gone there, have I not?
It's great to put them on the spot
Things about me I'll never say
It's time to play the game
March 18th, 2006
Author notes
A poem I wrote almost 4 years ago in my Freshman year of high school. I was 14, you know, that age where you're starting to become an adult which is accompanied with getting a personal life and the secrets that go with it. At that age if you think of all your secrets, especially if you have a lot, you can end up feeling pretty powerful. You get to really feel your independence for the first time. Especially if you have family members wondering all the time. And when these family members fucked with you...well now you finally get the turn to fuck with them.
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really good. i liked it alot
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i really like this, its so true, do you have any more poems?
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