Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

We Are Not Amused

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
What was once gold, is now dirt
I can’t muster life
in what’s dead
Maybe in a different light
Don’t lie to yourself
It’s just an illusion
Living
on higher grounds
That always seem
to break.
Taking me back
to ghost
The ghost
that won’t seem
to die
Now
that you’re open
I’ll carry you
with me
Down
the ugly dirt road called life
Distant images
of failure
Consume all chances of repetition
Forgive my convictions
For they don’t reflect who I am




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback