The Secret Wish of the Teenage Radical
sometimes i wish i was a kid
so i wouldn’t get upset
over the ones who hurt the needy
so i could think and then forget
i wish i wasn’t always angry
the rage is burning in me bright
wish it would go deeper within me
and dim when i’m alone at night
sometimes i wish this passion in me
would die and i could be so free
if i could leave my mind behind
if i could run, if i could flee
i wish i was a little kid
to take all of my cares and drop
but instead, i live this life
i think, and think, and never stop
Copyright © March Archer | Year Posted 2023
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