In growth we hurt, our spirits bruised
Oftentimes we feel misused
We cling to wisps of better times
They fade away, we cry our rhymes
Innocence is what we plead
To run from our maturity.

ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤʳʳᵒʳ
ᶤ ᶳᵉᵉ ʰᶤᵐ ᶳᵒ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ
ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉᶳᶰ’ᵗ ᶳᵉᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵈᵒᵉᶳˑ
ᵐʸ ᶳᶤᵈᵉ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉˡˡ
ʰᶤᶳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᶳ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵉˡˡ
ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉ’ᶳ ᵗᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ ᵃᶰʸʷᵃʸ
ᶳᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵉᶳ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˀ
ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ᴵ ᶜᵃʳᵉ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᶳᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶰ ᶳᵗʳᶤᶰᵍᶳ ʷᵉ ᶳʰᵃʳᵉˀ
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᴵ’ᵐ ʲᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉᶳ ᵗᵒᵒˑ
ᵃ ᶳᵐᶤˡᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃ ˡᶤᵉ
ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ ᵃᶳ ʷᵉ ᶳᶤᵍʰ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶤᶰ ᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ᶳ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ᶳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶳᵃᵐᵉˑ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ᶳ ᶳᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐ
ᶤ ᶜᵃᶰ’ᵗ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶤᵐ
ʰᵉ ʰᵃᶳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ
ᶳᵒ ʷʰʸ’ᶳ ʰᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵐᵉˀ
ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᶤᵉʳʸ ᶰᶤᶜᵉ
ᶰᵒʷ ᶜᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᶤᶜᵉ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ʰᵉ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᶳᵃʷ ᵐᵉ
ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ
ᶤ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒ ᵗʳʸ
ᶤ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʷʰʸ
‘ᶜᵃᵘᶳᵉ ᶤᵗ’ᶳ ᵇᶤᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʰᶤᵐ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᶤ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵈʳᵒʷᶰ
ʰᵉ’ᶳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶳᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤ ˡᵃᶜᵏ
“ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ˒ ᵇʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ”
ᵖˡᵉᵃᶳᵉ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶤᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉ
ᶤ ᵍᵘᵉᶳᶳ ᶤ’ˡˡ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ᵍᵒ⁻

Maybe that’s the
Point of all these
Stars as they fall
Louder than me
Even in death
Together they bleed
We all die the same
But they’re better than me.

a life in words,
the edges blurred
sync what you’ve read
with what you’ve heard

though limbs may tire
and mouth’s a liar
the dancing pen
is still on fire

in the Real,
tongue can’t reveal
just what the heart
is prone to feel

yet the ink-stained mirror
makes truth appear
and sets free the doubt
the mind so fears