The Rebellious Teen
The rebellious Teen loved all his friends.
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night.
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.
The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself…
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?
The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.
Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.
The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.
He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again…
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you…
Then find him new friends.
For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.
From a true experience…
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