The struggle of a teenage boy
Laying in this fitted bedStaring into the painted stars
Wishing for a window
One to see into the world
See the heavens
The lovely stars
I don't know how to do this
So many of them
Not the stars
Just certain people
A certain kind of people
Just girls
But I don't know what to do
I don't want to
Hurt them
The ends
Don't always justify the
Means
And I'm afraid
Of being mean
Cruel, in a sense
Leaving one for the other
Considering
Them, not my brothers
I hate this!
I cannot stand this
So young
Yet I'm so lost
I'm not rebellious
That's what they said
I am in between things right now
I don't know how I should
Do things
I don't want to
Hurt
Anyone
Or
Hurt
Myself
Again
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