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Mad Youth

Je’free

Stolen childhood,
and years of puberty...

Back in those days,
I yearned to have house rules,
or to simply be grounded
for skipping Biology class;
or maybe, just any assurance
that someone was concerned
about me

Grief of teen had made
my ceilings rise sky-high; and,
the measurements of my room
expand wider by each sigh&sob
isolation had caused

Sick of blaming family,
I cursed myself in wrath
I even cursed the bleeding angel
with a broken wing
for not being able to fly me away

Back then
(maybe even up to now),
everyone had his piece of rage,
her share of angst;
That if the shouts of anger
in yesterday’s world harmonized,
it could damage the eardrums
of the universe

I knew I had to take a bus
to escape somewhere far,
and leave my youth behind,
investing wisely on myself;
For as far as I remember,
no one invested on this kid

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