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Adolescent years
Adolescent tears The world can be a cruel place It's not fair! Childhood fears grow throughout the years The world is a cruel place It's not fair Adult determination Adult justification The world has been and will be a cruel place What really is fair? Fear Denial Anger Grief A lost soul reaches out Finds no relief Remembered jeers, adolescent fears Remembered tears, childhood pain Relive rationalization, adult failure Realize a lonely path, destination unknown. Open hearted Torn and bleeding Abandonment's emptiness Inner rage seething Feelings are back again Gone is the sleepiness The lethargic inactiveness Here are the tears of guilts remunerations Taunting Haunting Stabbing Jabbing Holding myself accountable for deeds not long past I hide in isolation but not running away I stand entrenched, both feet firmly planted Making myself responsible for my life today. July 1990
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