*Wrote this when I was a teenager
Molting & melting fir inside
Moments of fear, frozen ice, tension & pride
Cries of the scorching, burning & tearing;
laughter from not caring.
The moans, the tears in these lifeless teenage years.
A moment in time,
worthless seconds passing by making a slow, even rhyme.
Tell me, one so young & confused, is there a future, full & amused.
When the crying stops, what shall I say?
I am too young to know, the future leads my way.