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Seventeen
Seventeen
This is me at seventeen
Where do I go from here?
I could escape the pain with a speeding train
That could get me there.
Or should I discuss a greyhound bus
To get me to some place?
I don’t need much, just a crutch
And a place to call home base.
Maybe I could find some love, heavenly, from above
That can make me feel like new.
Open arms, sparks and charms, and whispers
That say I love you.
This is me at seventeen
I don’t what I’ve become
A responsible student, tidy and prudent?
I couldn’t be; I’m too dumb
I feel as if I am not but a sham
A person not worth life.
I deserve a noose, there’s no excuse
Not to end this strife.
And through this ache, I’m not a fake,
Then I will continue on.
To somewhere I won’t be scared
Where the villains are all gone
This is me at seventeen
Not an adult, not a child.
A hybrid creation, an add sensation
One who is weird and wild.
What kind of sorrow will be in the morrow?
I hope it’s not too sad.
More responsibility breeds possibility
And for that I can be glad.
My life is young, my tale is unsung
Everything has yet to start
Life will be hard, but I’m not jarred;
I just need to follow my heart
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