being bad

July 30, 2011
By , topeka, KS
The fear of leaving
Of asking for permission
Of breaking my folks heart again
I can’t do,
I have messed up many times
How to stop
I don’t know how
How to show they can trust
Only they know
I’m a reckless teen
Who doesn’t mean harm
I like to think that I’m right
And they’re wrong
I feel like I’m imprisoned in my own house
But I like the feeling of them know I’m fine
Don’t get me wrong I love my parents
But a teen needs space
A place to roam
A place they can call their own
Let us dream
Let us be who we are
And let us show you how we can overcome
The things that overcome us and bring us down





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