I was promised to be a king when I was old.
Now I hit the brakes
so I wont hit the glass,
because I'm walking home alone again.
Teachers love to say
"it's just a phase".
I love to say I'm just away
from whom I'll be,
but every breath reminds me
I'm far from lying to my mind.
Parents have no clue
that I need friends with no wings,
kids of tommorow who don't need today.
The mirror
surprisingly said that I'm still here.















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