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It Was Supposed To Be Paradise

I grew up on a lilac dream
along with a few shows on tv
I like video games and writing stupidly long things
I got taught that life is what you make it
I'm about to turn fifteen and I'm pretty smart for my age
I just feel like I try too hard and sleep too little
I'm on my tenth week running on caffeine and my last string of brain cells
When I need my brain the most
It powers down like it's slamming on breaks
I should thank my melatonin mind for setting me straight
My grades are straighter than my sexuality
People make fun of me but I still help them with the work that should be easy
It's a good thing I'm so forgiving
It's ok here in this place I call home
I just hope I can make it out before I plummet down
I usually forget my name
My birthday goes out the top of my brain along with others
I think that my name should be memorable to at least a few of you
that includes me
I can't deal with this
Because I don't even remember what my favorite color is
I'm stressed
Tiered and full of pain
Yet I can't get the tears out until I've had my moments of happiness
Though I may not write well
I'm not a puppet on a string
They all treat me like I'm just a pawn
Something that can just be replaced
Even Pinocchio was treated better than this
I have never taken more than my share
If anything I haven't taken enough
They say to treat people the way you want to be treated
If that's the case I need to get more violent
The people who have taken to the streets
I respect them for that
because they can fight for their right to believe
The right to speak free
Even now you have to pay the rich just to live
I thought living was supposed to be paradise
But in the end, the only thing that is peaceful
that would be when the last words someone speaks to you is R.I.P.
So to end this all with a bang just like how life all started
Rest in peace oh, Parasitic Paradise

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