A poem of the inflated importance of experiences during your teen years.

No matter how down you are, you may feel there is some kind of resistance holding you there. In reality, there really isn’t anything holding you down except for yourself. You are the only one who is able to hold yourself down.

This was written when I thought a friend of mine, a girl that I liked, was mad at me. She would walk right by and not even look in my direction or say hi.

I wrote this at a time when I felt like my best friend forgot about me. And when I try to remind him that I’m here, and hang out with him, he would always have other plans.

Arguments egged on, can escalate into violence.

Self-explanatory poem about someone that was once in my day to day life.