Growing Up

Growing up is hard,

and even harder when you are an aspriring bard.

Life moves on, even if you can't.

Please catch me if I rant,

but I don't want to disappoint anyone.

The pressure, it weighs a million tons,

it bears down on my soul.

My poor soul riddled with holes

at only the age of seventeen.

How can life be so unfair and mean?

People dying left and right all around me,

and all leaving so soon I can barely see

because my eyes are filled to the brim with tears.

They fall and wet my schoolwork;

i'm the only one to do any, all they wanna do is twerk.

Why do I feel so alone

am I truly the only one in this zone?

But when the curtain falls,

and the crowd is so enthralled,

i'm the only one left who can still breathe.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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