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Array ( [sid] => 101897 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => When I was young, it was easy [time] => 2005-07-22 15:09:57 [hometext] => this is still unfinished, but tell me what you think [bodytext] => When I was young, everything was easy.
No one cared if you wore polkadots with stripes, or if the door stayed open, cuz you were afriad to sleep with no lights.
There was no "I wonder if he likes me" or "you're only cool if you take a hit of this pipe."
But now that I'm older, everything is hard.
There is no "yes or no", there is no "black and white"
I spend hours at night, wondering if I said it right
Or did I, ***** up.
Because now, thats all I think about.
Watch what you say, watch what you do, watch what you eat,
Cuz that one pound could mean if he says yes or no, that wrong word could mean an A or D on the big paper.
All you can do is, worry.
All the stress has gotten to me, to my heart, my mind.
The only thing I want, is to be independent.
But I can't.
I can't pay four hunderd dollars for rent, plus electricity, and put food on the table.
I'm only sixteen... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 48 [informant] => aprillie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

When I was young, it was easy

Contributed by aprillie on Friday, 22nd July 2005 @ 03:09:57 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

When I was young, everything was easy.
No one cared if you wore polkadots with stripes, or if the door stayed open, cuz you were afriad to sleep with no lights.
There was no "I wonder if he likes me" or "you're only cool if you take a hit of this pipe."
But now that I'm older, everything is hard.
There is no "yes or no", there is no "black and white"
I spend hours at night, wondering if I said it right
Or did I, ***** up.
Because now, thats all I think about.
Watch what you say, watch what you do, watch what you eat,
Cuz that one pound could mean if he says yes or no, that wrong word could mean an A or D on the big paper.
All you can do is, worry.
All the stress has gotten to me, to my heart, my mind.
The only thing I want, is to be independent.
But I can't.
I can't pay four hunderd dollars for rent, plus electricity, and put food on the table.
I'm only sixteen...

Copyright Â© aprillie ... [ 2005-07-22 15:09:57]
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Re: When I was young, it was easy (User Rating: 1 )
by sride686 on Sunday, 24th July 2005 @ 08:50:24 AM AEST
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A good write and all I can say is be yourself and your true friends will be there. I’ve been at that age and its to hard to be what you think everyone else wants you to be. You can only be yourself for everyone else is taken. Keep up the writes I can see the frustration coming out in your write. Take care and don’t grow up to fast for I know I did and now the days of young are over and now I’m here in Iraq watching the time pass by me. Now I have a beautiful family my life is so much better in so many ways. Things turn out okay in the end if you just be yourself….Steve

Re: When I was young, it was easy (User Rating: 1 )
by sprinter27 on Sunday, 24th July 2005 @ 09:54:48 PM AEST
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wow... this write is soo true. and i have to agree with steve. the guy knows what he's talking about. ;) yes, i know about all of this pain you are going through, lots of us teenagers do. life is screwed up and i don't know what to say. so i'm hoping that steve got through to you. be yourself. i guess i should listen, too, huh? well, this was a great write, i enjoyed reading it, probably 'cause i can relate. sorta. i'm sorry you have to put up with all of this... and i wish you lots of luck in life, and hope you can pull through!

keep up the good work!

~sprints

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