Sitting in my lonely chair,
headphones clasped around my head,
wondering why the world ain’t fair.
They fucking call it teenage angst.
Always believed in love and life
until they took the care
to reveal all the pain and strife.
They fucking call it teenage angst
Believed all the wondrous ideals
until I found this world rife
with every type of hate to feel;
They fucking call it teenage angst.
So tell me god, who the fucks in charge?
I’m waiting… what’s the fucking deal?
I’ve been told to live life large.
Don’t tell me its fucking teenage angst.
I don't care about anger or fear.
Your the boss, so tell me Sarge...
Why the fuck should I shed a tear?
They may call it fucking teenage angst
but I don’t buy it. The world is shit
so why should I change gear?
Society sucks so who wants to fit?
Call it fucking teenage angst
cos I’m tired of waiting for a better way.
Life sucks, pull the trigger, I don’t care.
But don’t you ever dare to say…
I have fucking teenage angst.















Comments
But this poem somewhat reminds me of a classmate of mine.
I won't say much (cause she's my friend) but that I'm getting the same feeling of helplessness (from this) of not being able to help in some way because I don't fully understand the person.
*slap-slap* =_= Sorry I babbled,
your poem as always is very expressive.
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2 Times One Half=my comic.
And other comics
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"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil, for You beside me
you rod and staff comfort me, and I shall spend all my days,
in the house of the Lord." - Abridged Version
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"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil, for You beside me
you rod and staff comfort me, and I shall spend all my days,
in the house of the Lord." - Abridged Version
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