There have been times that have been trying; been times I’ve felt like dying, and, sure as hell, there has been crying but isn’t that what teenage life is all about?
about the pain, about the tears; the callowness of younger years,
half broken hearts, & half free souls, & feeling like we’re never whole.
'Cause enough is never quite enough, when you’re faced by the obscene; the mean, green, in-between.