How Many Friends
How many friends are truly a friend
Who will lend a hand till my end
Is there anyone who will carry me through
But does it matter there is nothing they can do
There is no help you can provide
So fair weather friends you may go back to hide
I'll just go back to my shell
And live in my own inner hell
The Finger And The Hand
The finger that blames me belongs to the hand that feeds me
But in it's judgmental mentality it doesn't realize how much it needs me
13-30
I am thirteen going on thirty
Rapid intelligence and sense of morality reaching toward maturity
Now I'm going on thirteen from thirty
Moments of maturity blocked by puberty
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