Yes you've heard correctly.
A normal 15 year old is corrupted.
...But aren't we all?
My eyes are dark and deep,
but they shine brightly sometimes.
They have more of an understanding now,
since I have shed my cocoon
and entered the mind and body
of this 15 year old.
Whether that's good or bad,
I'm not sure yet.
Remember to ask me in a few years.
Other than my dark nature
and my writing addiction,
I'm like any other.
I read the fashion magazines,
the horror books,
the comics.
I love rock music
(especially KoRn and OLP),
and the off-key singing of children.
I'm in love with Heavenly Hash ice cream,
and lemonade.
And if I wasn't in school,
I'd be running the cotton candy machine
at the fair
(for I love that too).
I've got a name tattooed
into my heart,
although I know I shouldn't.
It'll only come back and haunt me,
but it's not something one can choose.
If you know what I mean.
I feel safe in my flesh,
noone can bug me that way.
I'm my own imaginary friend.
I'm my own thief of time.
I believe that age is only a number,
and that my number's a fraud,
For how could one be 15 in body,
and 100 in mind?
I think that we've all been brainwashed
to ignore the simple things in life.
A beautiful sunset.
A face full of pride.
The smell of fresh baked bread.
A child's giggle.
A hug.
Selfishness and jealousy
are my pet peeves,
although I admit I've experienced both.
I think the best when I'm asleep,
and when I'm all alone.
I love the dark.
I'm a dreamer......
My favourite place in the world
is in my basement.
Cool and sullen,
empty and alone.
I'm left with only my imagination.
I have an Angel on one shoulder,
and a Devil on the other;
I continue on my merry way.
Don't question my (in)sanity :
it's all I have left.
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