A somewhat poem.
thirteen is sugar.
thirteen is sour.
thirteen is sprite-flavored lip gloss.
thirteen is really loud music assaulting your ears.
thirteen is a rainbow of color
thirteen is an ocean of makeup.
thirteen is an obsession.
thirteen is jolly rancher flavored Popsicles.
thirteen is looking you in the eye and saying screw you to your face.
I KNOW MY ENEMY
YOU ENDED UP JADED, CYNICAL AND SO SEDATED
I WILL NOT DIE
I’M JUST TIRED OF LOSING BLOOD OVER YOU
I’LL NEVER STOP ‘CAUSE I’M ONLY GETTING BETTER. I’LL BE FINE
I BEGIN TO WONDER WHY I CAME
thirteen is having my freedom
thirteen is not letting you take my life
i watch birds.
i can drive stick
i rule my own life, not you.
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