In this poem I finially just say whats been on my mind all this time: GROW UP, and THEN you'll be grown up for crying out loud!
from the outside in.
Like I had a choice to be so sure
of if I ever did.
And see, no one needs to let me know
that life just isn't fair.
For I have learned a many times,
the world? it doesn't care!
No longer do I need assured
that not all time stands still.
That friends may come - love ones may go
...with whom your void may fill.
"Just grow up!" an empty spear
many times it struck.
So on I go, but death forgow,
"Life? Oh well, it stunk!"
No one need remind that pain
it sticks so very near.
That though its temper angers so,
the outcome could be sincere.
see, no one said that "growing up"
was ever to be had.
For those who think they're all grown up -
I'm not! Thats proof, I have.