So there is this kid that I really hate. He frustrates me more than anything else I suppose. He doesn't seem to have common sense, and he doesn't listen to reason. He also has gone out with two of my good friends. I don't understand his eager ignorance. So I wrote this (pretty non-bias) poem about him.
Him
Holding his heart in his hand
Always
Ready to give without thought
Waiting to be hurt.
He's hurting himself.
He has this love.
He plays his music
To soothe his should and forget life
Making a path for himself
Closing off so many others.
Growing in, growing up,
Growing out.
Understanding his fate.
Getting older, slowly.
Maturing like a child.
Friendships like leaves.
Hands grasping tightly
Clutching to select ones,
Special ones.
Changing, falling, fleeting.
What will become
of him?
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