What Being A Teenager Is Really Like

April 25, 2018
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I am a broken traveller

My compass fell long ago

Now it's leading another lost soul.

I left my map

Somewhere in the dense forest

Now it's finding it's own way home.

I dropped my backpack

Trying to climb over a fallen tree

Now all my food is decomposing in the ground.

I am a broken traveller.

My shoes were abandoned 

They never helped me anyway

Now they're worthless litter that once were mine.

I forgot about my jacket

While dodging a ruthless bear

Now all he has is ripped up nylon.

I don't have a compass

A map, a backpack, shoes, a jacket.

I lost them all

In the dense forest 

Of growing up.

I am a broken traveller.






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