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Just trying to make some sense in my mind,
In defense for the madness I can’t escape from this time.
This time, time doesn’t matter. There’s only 3 years
Of living and doubting, every day seems like a decade
And there words ignite like hand grenades.
One by one, they attain their turn.
Whose impetuous lies will tear me down first?
In these halls the demons rule, their territory known as high school.
Picking and prodding at every defect, every aspect of your being.
Dissecting every facet with insufferable remarks,
But it’s just like game of predator and prey.
This is the lunacy I have to live though.
3 years in counting, skeptical of the safety
Every turn I make, or smile I fake.
In that miserable place where demons rule,
Also known as high school…
 L3thal Ch3micalz · Sat Nov 14, 2009 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
