I feel empty and cold Like an unwritten book I just want someone to hold Someone to watch As I pour out my agony Can’t anybody see How I feel inside Can’t anybody be The person to whom I confide Will anyone hold me If ever we collide Too much work Too much to revise Not enough time to be the best And to be happy You must choose now But choose wisely For you will quickly regret that road That you were once running on That you now cry by alone What was once running Will quickly turn to jogging And what was once walking Will quickly turn to sobbing
So I found this poem called “Life” that I had written in 8th grade and forgotten about (I used to be super emo)… Let me know what you think in the comments below. I wrote it a long time ago but it still sort of sounds like me lol. Anyway, I hope you still enjoyed it and let me know if you did.
I think at the time I wrote this, I was terrified of getting older. It felt unnatural for some reason. I guess that’s just how the mind of a teenager works. It was also when the hormones kicked in which is always fun. Yeah, being a teenager is awesome and not awful at all.
It’s strange reading this now as an adult and knowing a lot of what I feared would happen did happen. To be honest, it did happen but it’s not too bad either. Being an adult has its perks along with its issues. Either way, I am happy with how everything turned out and the adult I am now. Do I have regrets? Yes. Do I also have achievements I am proud of? Absolutely.
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