A Teen Lament

The guys always thought he was nervous, a jerk

Around the school halls, always seeming to lurk

Waiting for someone to be his friend

Waiting for days after school’s end

Walking the streets alone at night

Searching for something, even a fight

Just to know that he was real

To love or to hate, so he can feel

Some type of life, for better or worse

He wanted to live, feel it all, immerse.





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