When did I become so grown?
So mundane and boring?
I made a silent vow to myself,
Just as I entered high school
Reject the status quo, become an adult who's actually fun-
Now younger kids look at my pleasures like the news
Why did I hate the person I became?
Why did I hate it in the first place?
Why don't I hate it now?
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Powems
PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
