September is turning out to be worse than I anticipated
I'm tired of all the choices
If only I were two again
Wouldn't I be better off?
Wouldn't I comply their wishes?
But no, I am 17 and we are in September
Hot September
Taking me by surprise
I thought it was so far away
I thought I had time
I thought I had money
Now September is crumbling down on me
Like a coin thrown from a skyscraper

Is this what life is all about?
Making endless choices all alone?
Leaving your friends behind?
Splashing your money for trivial things?
Lying your way around?
Depending on the society?

September has proved exciting
And yet boring
Hard and yet so easy
Quickly slow and anxiously carefree
Frigging September.

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