My Future

Remember when we talked about coming of age

Well it's pretty hard to see 

when I know 

Imma be the same height 

As I am when I was fucking 12.

I could mature

By the idea of maturity 

Is the death of my ideals

in exchange for cash from some guy 

That stopped being human when they got their first million

Yeah right.

I'll still have no muscles

I'll still be short as hell

Speaking the realist truth

Even to those who say it's just

An immature noise

from an ignorant boy

I'll still speak

For anyone who wants to hear it

Screaming at the top of my lungs

telling ignorant people to

"Get outta my way"

Cause I don't need their  BS holding us down"

And making fun of

The Boys That Can't Turn Men

By getting drunk girls in bed with them

Then making dumb jokes the next night 

Like "Come of age. more like Age of Cum"

In a sad attempt to be bigger than guys

That don't waste all their time 

Stroking guys like his egos.

That's MY future




This poem is about: 
Our world


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