Past, Present, Future
I am young and immature,
Small and ignored.
My true colors are unknown for sure.
I'm young and adults think I don't understand what's happening.
But the thing is they don't understand, what I'm doing or saying.
I am young and immature so when I'm older I can learn from my past.
So I learned I won't make my past be pushed into the future and present.
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Day 1 I am sitting, typing Day 2 I am sitting, fighting Day 3 I am sitting, reading Day 4 I am sitting, listening Day 5 Listening to the words written and spoken Day 6 The words dancing through my head Day 7 Now I write the words I wish could be said.
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