Finding Your Way

Confused

*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.

-K

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