All those pretty children
who grow up wrong.
Become
the fucked-up.
People with problems.
People who:
never find love,
miss their dream,
go nowhere,
get lost,
feel awkward at parties,
hate themselves,
want to die,
die.
All pretty little children
who never did anything
wrong
and turned out wrong.
Bye-bye, kid.
write on!
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ReplyDeleteI like this one the best. I asked if I could promote a poetry slam at the library for national poetry month in April. I was wondering, if they do allow me to do this, would you want to help with the program?
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me so much of my son @ 17
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