ANGST: THE POEM
I tried to make the perfect angsty poem...instead, I came up with this mess: Enjoy!
I'm so lost in a sea of sadness
So lost in the jail of my heart
Thinking about the shadows and darkness
While I sing along with Fallout Boy
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Only I know the real melancholy
Of being a sad soul caught in a colourless life
Wearing black clothes I can recognize my individuality
Looking like the other million of teens with makeup in their eyes
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Reading about virgin vampires sparkling the woods
Pink shirts and black black nails
I dream about flying away from my doom
Covering my face my long black hair
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Bad poetry it's my fuel
My essence, my reason to live
I know I can find the perfect cure
And fulfil all my pointless drama and tears
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dedicated to all the teens of the world: All your "angst" is such a perfect AND endless source of comedy material. Send me your reviews and your hate mail. C'ya next time.