A Different Kind of Yolk

When I was a kid, I remember feeling, different then my folks. You could say my egg, had a different kind of yolk. I was always angry, rude, hyper and high-strung, I spoke just how I felt, never held my tongue. I was constantly getting, into lots of fights, my mom would ground me, she tried to set me right. I always felt like there was, something wrong with me, I was loud, causing trouble never low-key. As I grew older, the problem became bigger. Cocked and loaded, my finger on the trigger. Puberty arrived, and she stuck her head out, Six-grade camp, a girl I was crazy about. We had to be careful, big trouble if caught, We would sneak off, to our favorite spot. I thought my heart, was going to explode in my chest, From that first kiss, I knew I was possessed. We got caught making out, our parents blew a fuse. They said our behavior, is not normal, there is no excuse. We paid no attention, it was puppy love. We were 15 and wishing, on the stars above. I remember feeling, different then my folks. You could say my egg, had a different kind of yolk... TURBO1904