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Immaturity and Excuses

April 25, 2016
By WhiteNoise PLATINUM, Easley, South Carolina
WhiteNoise PLATINUM, Easley, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"My name is Jeff!!"

I am not perfect, I know this much
It would be foolish to think of myself as such
We all know you’re not perfect either
If you speak otherwise, you are a liar
I call it like I see it, and I see people’s flaws
Whether it be anger, depression, or the lies that slither from their jaws
I see the face they try to hide
I see the emotions they hold inside
I see the anger that seeps from their pores
Too scared to open unopened doors
Our emotions shape us, mold us, and cause our pain
We stop these things temporarily, only for them to start again
We isolate ourselves to stop the bleeding
I can see your pain; what are you seeing?
You see it too, but don’t understand how pain works
For you, this pain is a first
I know it hurts, it’s ok
Tomorrow is another day
Another day of pain and sorrow
You don’t even want to live to tomorrow
You have tied the noose but are scared to leap
Ready to die, eternal sleep
As you’re ready to fade to black as night
Keep your eyes open
Look at the light
I’ve been where you’ve been
I’ve seen what you’ve seen
I have seen my life tear at the seams
I know what it is like to think it is a dream
It sucks, I know, this life of pain
But if you’re like me, you don’t mind the rain
You don’t mind this painful existence
Cause you know it’ll kill you; it is persistent
I give in to the pain and depression
I gave up, got arrested, and attended juvenile correction
I have been beaten and bruised
From the belt my stepfather used
Hit the blunt, smoke a gram
Respecting an uncaring mother like “yes, ma’am”
Beat all the time, days are the same
Would you like to play my game?
Torn from a loving family to that house
Where I was beat by Mom’s spouse
I have been to a foster home
The entire time, I felt alone
So don’t tell me you’ve been through hell
I’ve already told you more than I meant to tell
We’ve both been through bad
Oh, boo hoo, so sad
It doesn’t matter, you are insecure
You use your experiences as excuses
You don’t care though; you’re immature

The author's comments:

This piece is inspired by the people who use their experiences as excuses. I hate when people do that, and I am no saint, but it just ticks me off. Let your experiences teach you, not hold you back.

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