Can I scratch the itch that wracks my brain?
Can I fill you in on all the pain?
Can you put it in a bottle and throw it at the world?
How can it be?
I am only so young,
Is this some cruel joke?
Are the gods laughing at me?
Can you capture my memory?
Shred it and throw it away?
Take it away,
I can only write what I feel inside,
What I feel inside is not pleasant,
Why can't it by pretty?
Take away the black,
No one knows what truely lurks within,
If you put it in a bottle,
It would be the most feared weapon through time,
And I write jibberish that only makes sense in my confused mind.

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