Innocent Boy

   People look at me and see an innocent boy. They don't see the beast or the lack of joy. It seems I've walked a million years. Seen nothing important but shattered dreams and tears. My hand clenches, wanting a weapon of destruction. My heart aches for some positive construction. I have dreams, I have hopes. My emotions weaved together like ropes. Breaking and frayed. My miracle, my actions, my dream delayed. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart. Told it would taste sweet but it was tart. Other times I feel alive. Like I'm falling through the clouds, taking a dive. You know I'm constantly lied to. The media, my family, teachers all do. I'm confused and I wish i could see clear. I want to eradicate this fear. What the fuck is wrong with me? Maybe nothing, or everything who knows? All I know is that I'm pissed and life blows. It better turn out right or I'll take it all down. Better get the fuck away from me if you see me frown. I'm not an innocent boy.

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