October 11, 2008
By Kimberly Nappi, Thornwood, NY

I feel so old in a town so young
Kids like me should go out and have fun
But my quarterlife crisis will ask me, "How nice is
This place you're all trying to run from?"

I gave up so long ago
I'm sorry I lost all hope
In a place where space is just time to waste
And what I want is only a joke

I'm slowly going insane
I feel these sixteen years were just a game
And I feel so dumb because I'm uncomfortably numb
Monotonous days see no change

I'm interested in so many things
Like shoes and cars and diamond rings
But I know no one who would give me some
I fly like a bird with broken wings

No one sees the sadness in my eyes
No one's there to kiss away the tears I cry
No one will smile at a girl so vile
So I'm stuck staring at the sky

I guess there's just no light at the end
Of this tunnel full of former friends
I'm a maniac, we'll see, a hypochondriac, maybe
I'm a Holy Water bowl full of sin

So now I lay me down to sleep
Apocalyptic dreams to keep
Me awake in the Empire State
And I used to think I was so deep.

The author's comments:
This was written during a period of depression.

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