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Immaturity and Excuses
  I am not perfect, I know this much
  It would be foolish to think of myself as such
  We all know you’re not perfect either
  If you speak otherwise, you are a liar
  I call it like I see it, and I see people’s flaws
  Whether it be anger, depression, or the lies that slither from their jaws
  I see the face they try to hide
  I see the emotions they hold inside
  I see the anger that seeps from their pores
  Too scared to open unopened doors
  Our emotions shape us, mold us, and cause our pain
  We stop these things temporarily, only for them to start again
  We isolate ourselves to stop the bleeding
  I can see your pain; what are you seeing?
  You see it too, but don’t understand how pain works
  For you, this pain is a first
  I know it hurts, it’s ok
  Tomorrow is another day
  Another day of pain and sorrow
  You don’t even want to live to tomorrow
  You have tied the noose but are scared to leap
  Ready to die, eternal sleep
  As you’re ready to fade to black as night
  Keep your eyes open
  Look at the light
  I’ve been where you’ve been
  I’ve seen what you’ve seen
  I have seen my life tear at the seams
  I know what it is like to think it is a dream
  It sucks, I know, this life of pain
  But if you’re like me, you don’t mind the rain
  You don’t mind this painful existence
  Cause you know it’ll kill you; it is persistent
  I give in to the pain and depression
  I gave up, got arrested, and attended juvenile correction
  I have been beaten and bruised
  From the belt my stepfather used
  Hit the blunt, smoke a gram
  Respecting an uncaring mother like “yes, ma’am”
  Beat all the time, days are the same
  Would you like to play my game?
  Torn from a loving family to that house
  Where I was beat by Mom’s spouse
  I have been to a foster home
  The entire time, I felt alone
  So don’t tell me you’ve been through hell
  I’ve already told you more than I meant to tell
  We’ve both been through bad
  Oh, boo hoo, so sad
  It doesn’t matter, you are insecure
  You use your experiences as excuses
  You don’t care though; you’re immature

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This piece is inspired by the people who use their experiences as excuses. I hate when people do that, and I am no saint, but it just ticks me off. Let your experiences teach you, not hold you back.