I grew up too fast.
But not how I planned.
I meant to grow stronger,
Not be left struggling to stand.
I understand the world.
How it is run.
I wanted to be part of it.
I thought it'd be fun.
I was foolish and fast.
Young and naive.
I was pushed into life.
Unable to leave.
I thought that I knew.
Thought I understood.
But now I know.
The world is cruel: not good.
People aren't saints.
Most hearts are stone.
So here I am.
Left all alone.
The world made me hard.
It was bitter; I tried to be sweet.
The more I tried to love,
The more hatred I'd meet.
Life is no fairytale.
The magic all fades.
Left behind in your youth.
In the memories you made.
Now here I am.
Alone and unsure.
Don't know where to turn.
With so much to endure.
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Wandering Thoughts
RandomI don't know what this is. Or what it will be. As of right now, I guess this is me.
