Staring through double glass,
At our tall white willow.
Thick window pass,
As I sink into pillow.
I want this to pass,
A painful memory.
Slipping school class,
To avoid my young enemy.
Stared into my mirror,
A double blot reflection.
Never run with scissors,
A youthful infection.
I can't help to believe,
My youthful distractions.
Only wanted to receive,
Less school letter infractons.
Fighting playground bullies,
To stop unhelpful young males.
I'm pulling endless pullies,
A maze of dead end sales.
Sold out the American dreams,
No REM sleep for my head.
Rub my rash with Mums creams,
And time pass wishes in bed.
I don't know what this all makes,
Apart from a head full of pains.
A life full of heart breaks,
And nothing is to be gained.
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