MY TEENAGE ANGST IS NOTHING BUT A STORY OF BADLY WRITTEN, MELODRAMATIC PROSE. AND I FEEL LIKE THE FIRST KID TO WRITE THIS DOWN, BUT I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE. ONCE YOU SEE ME YOU WILL UNDERSTAND THAT IM JUST ANOTHER KID TRYING TO FIT IN. ONCE YOU SEE ME, YOU WILL SEE THE LIES THAT MAKE ME WHOLE. AND INSIDE, YOU WONT KNOW THAT THIS IS AN ACCOMPLISHMENT FOR ME TO FILL YOU UP WITH THESE LIES ONLY TO MAKE ME MORE INTERESTING SO THAT I FINNALY HAVE A LIFE. BUT SOON YOU WILL SEE, I HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT, I JUST DO 'CAUSE IM TOO LAZY. I LAUGH AT THE FACT THE YOU BELIEVE ALL THE CRAP IM FEEDING YOU, YET I LAUGH AT MYSELF 'CAUSE IM SO PATHETIC THAT I TELL YOU THESE THINGS. I WISH I COULD TAKE BACK ALL THE LIES AND START OVER, THE TRUE ME. BUT WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD IT MAKE, BESIDES, IM JUST ANOTHER BLANK FACE BEHIND A COMPUTOR SCREEN.
My talent is not poetry, please comment. sweatdrop
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