Dear Teenage Society
Dear Teenage Society,
On my thirteenth birthday, I stumbled to your feet
Curious and excited, I climbed in your backseat
You took me to a dim place, one I’d never seen before
I said I wanted out, but you chidley locked the door
The people there were lifeless, and kept a clenched jaw
I rolled down the window, and was shocked at what I saw
Their dreams were soaked in gasoline, and lit with a flame
Originality was scorned, and they were looked upon with shame
Suddenly you pushed me out, and I fell unto their obscene nature
Above me hung a sign, reading “Welcome to the Life of a Teenager”
Trust me I’ve done my best, but this is my letter of resignation
My twelve year old self, couldn’t imagine this cruel dictation
I have advice to all of you, who are still young and free
Never grow up faster than necessary, and be all you can be.
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