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#teenageproblems
How do you live And be misunderstood? Worse torture there is From which stems no good How does it feel To just be attacked? Like your very life-force Is from you hacked As though everyone ***** always with you Don’t seem to really See what is true As if you are there But hidden as well And though they look at you Nobody can tell
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Misunderstood
How can a teen have the weight of the world on their shoulders? Why do we carry so much baggage? 17 years old and I have the attitude of someone who has served in two wars My past, no matter how recent, haunts me And as much as I want to leave it all behind, I can't, Because it defines me What are we but our memories? Our highest points and our deepest regrets, It shapes us, whether carefree Or a young kid eager to explore and learn Or someone plagued by regret and betrayal Maybe someone who was rescued from the darkness by love, Only to be thrown back into an even darker world We all have our stories, our bags full of what makes us who we are So how can only 17 years of this have gone by, and my bags are overflowing?
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Bags of Us