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Jack Heirman
*Based upon a character in a story i wrote*
When you think of teens first comes groups
Groups of which ever describes yoursellf then teens, i am of none.
I am independent, though i lack self confindence, i rarely have any friendly sessions
I'm more secluded than a dweller, only so i can get things done
I was never known among from others, because i hated them.
Them? You may ask...The people of my oppression's
Otherwise...bullies, i wouldn't blame em
I created them
Demented from an unbalanced childhood/social acceptance
"People change they say"bullshit for me
One day, two weeks and three months later in high school i was waiting
For the hope for Forgive & Forget
Rather than Relive & Regret
So fine i let it be
Hunted not haunted from my past, my present was never able of a future
I knew where i was at among my surroundings, A Loser
A Coward who never stood up for his pride
Because it had been lost along with my anticipated lecturer
Wasted with something i wished i could change, just one thing my time
I'm done, what was the point of change anymore, when everything some people say is just all one big lie for most
So on a chilled windy day i saw something of myself and "it" died.
Or so i thought...just as i thought it was all a hoax...
*To Be Continued.*
