The Power of Growing Up
It's no secret for us
That hormones monsters try to turned me into a jerk
Filled with interesting topics to discuss
With a unusual smirk
As I write this art
From my heart
From wathcing explict imagery at night
To unrivial fury
These actions are hard for me to write
Without pleading remorse to the judge and jury
To me, if I could revisit my past
I could of make growing up less dramatic than what it seems
But at last
That is not my dream
In fact, growing up made me realize I was not a kid
I could be an teenager and understand what it means to be an adult
To rid
Myself of the unforunate result
Of a damaging future
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