A Most Gruesome Life

 A Most Gruesome Life

 

Sitting in this body

This young frail body

I let my fingers fly on the keyboard

I do not know why or how

I have come to voicing my opinion like this

As a young teen my voice is not heard

Not now, not ever shall it be

But can you not see

My body is young

But my mind is that of a poet

A poet with knowledge and experience

I am suppressed so I can not express everything I feel

I fall under conformity and follow along

I sit quietly waiting to steal

Steal the moment, steal the eyes

Let them wander towards me and widen

I am the one opposing, I am the voice

The voice of the forgotten and cast aside

I am the one who puts on this mask

Everyday and every night

You see teenage angst

I see the will to fight

To stand firm in my beliefs

And no force in this world or the next shall overpower me

I stand strong for I know when I grow old

It will no longer be angst, but knowledge passed

This is my gruesome life, but it shall not be the last

 

Author's Note

Dont go easy on me please give me any feedback you have, good or bad. i would like to improve on anything i can

Reviews

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I like it alot!

Nice use of language... I found it very good.

Very emotional too, which you need to be careful with some times.

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Keep up the good work!