dancing through your college years
and from the sanctity of your dorm
you think you're still innocent
but they've all seen your true form
you walk down the streets
another face amongst the crowd
but inside your head there's a fire
try to scream but nobody's around
you go to school but you don't know all the answers
you raise your hand to a sonic sea of laughters
you go back home and your father isn't there
your mother's back in town in nothing but underwear
call the girls for a night of devastation
you know will always end in sweet humiliation
a couple of drinks later you're falling off your chair
you go into the mirror and give the john a stare
you can open up
but you can't spit it out
you can take it in
or take it in the background
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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