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Chaste pecks from the super-sonic youth
Numb lips flutter to the hollowed cheeks of normality
No longer the hand-prints on the guide book to hostility
A pamphlet of rudimentary teachings;
The principles of resilience, insurgence, and acceptance of human beings forced into our brains once our minds deliver the scathing news that we aren't children
A concoction of suppressed psychotic behavior, quick wit, and the center of satirical tease
Constantly moving with heavy footsteps and heavier hearts
Minds and bodies plagued with actions from a deserted youth
Soul lusting over the naivety of people before self-actualization; how crude
Do they call it an existential crisis or the daily life of an agoraphobic nobody
Shouts from the depths of caged fears that scrape the oblivious flesh in their brain; a bit gaudy
Mother, Sister, Brother, Father how your words crush the knots of comfort that line my internal organs
Bleeding from the pores of my screams; streams of moon-beams shooting out my eyes; oh, not again!
Stomping our metaphorically spiked toenails against the idealism of pop culture
Oh, my, how a trip down the memory lane is the worst kind of torture
Cherry slushies and dirt-ridden tire swings to create a whirl-pool of nostalgia
Passed on idiosyncrasies and ironic situations to ease our instinctual sense of proverbial nausea
Loud-mouthed demons spawned out of clothes-hangers and emotional turmoil
Show up in our nightmares that we nick-name 'a good place to contemplate life's toils'
Redundant experiences stacked like flap-jacks in the mouths of blissed-out sociopaths
Sheathed thoughts no longer flowered in guilelessness but reeking of scrambled notions and overwhelming desperation
Wretched ideas that we are not worthy of perfection; Striving for a bad seat in the stadium of our existence
Whispers of torment crawl into our brains and strangle all motivation
Self-esteem oozing like an open-wound from the abused tissue of our hearts
Tearing all the years of confidence building we thought couldn't possibly break apart
I don't perceive doctors to be particularly just and true
But I one time met a doctor who told me, "Being a teenager is perhaps the hardest thing you could ever do."
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