Youth Fears the Future
Everyone has to grow up some time.
The world seemed like 0 + 0.
Some stuff I've handled
During life's “Wipeout”,
Going to different schools,
Wearing our school's shell,
Awareness of ages to tunes,
Are just like average individuals.
The Big Blue Marble
Was a flower field.
Don't cry at the messenger
When I explain
“’Who am I?’ you ask.
I am you!”
Since Satan's home is called out
Like I mentioned Voldemort or Shakespeare's play,
A boundary of fear was sucked from my soul.
What was once fairy tales, married forever, and safety
Is now dramas, divorces, and violence.
In a mirror reflecting the past,
As I death stare the younger me,
She looks unrecognizable.
When will she sing the tune
Of the vocabulary trio:
Good bye, innocence.
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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