We blame,
we rant,
we cry,
we don't let others tell us we can't.
We obsess,
we say,
we vent,
we are so desperate to get our way.
Moving on happens,
but not overnight.
We think it will happen, but we learn,
we cannot put other people's problems out of sight.
We must go to those who are paid to care.
Friends say they can't deal with it.
It is never unfair.
The frontal lobe develops as we mature and grow.
So teenagers, hold your blame,
and don't regret saying no.
People are condescending,
people are pushing limits.
People have their moments,
we cannot break their habits.
The frontal lobe replays memories,
it's like a T.V.
But the world moves forward.
We must let our desires and sayings be.
Our frontal lobe,
directs our choices, and who we listen to.
But we never pick the voices.
The world gives us the freedom of speech.
Even though it annoys,
we have the right to preach.
We all have memories,
we all say things we don't mean.
We need time to blow off steam.
Some frontal lobes help their people read.
The world has so much to say and write.
Some frontal lobes remind us of our unwilling past.
Then we pick a fight.
But the world allows us to conflict and disagree.
We learn that actions speak louder than words.
We don't ever fight physically.
We come together,
we make an agreement,
we shake hands,
we end the tragic moment.
Our frontal lobe may remind us too much,
and play like an old record spinning without control
until someone makes it stop.
We can choose to let go,
but we cannot blame the world.