I was much younger then,
My wide eyes following,
the never ending, bend,
of this world spinning.

Time goes by,
all the days I've spent,
wondering why,
A penny equals one cent.

Little things don't phase me,
I've moved on to what's now called,
Crazy.

I'm only 17 in this world of hate.
One ***** up and I find myself,
Late.

I carry this soul in the deepest of my,
core.
I rethink of the choice I made,
I think of how I'd be called a *****.

This generation is thought to be careless.
But my actions weren't to follow those beliefs.
My time feels endless,
While I'm still searching for my,
reliefs.

He didn't want this either,
We were going to wait together.
I'm laying here with a fever,
no longer sure of our plans forever.

Maybe I'm just overlooking this?
Maybe life isn't that unfair?
Maybe I'm just swallowing my fist,
since this sort of thing is rare?

No matter the result,
if this was what was chosen for me.
I don't plan to assault,
What my life was planned to be.