Four years.

The artificial smiles, the spewing lies,

The uninterested lovers, and partners in crime,

The "must focus" and pushes as the way to the door,

The success of our futures is what we were here for,


The years of force, the years of pain, the years they endorse,

"Stay in, stay close, search for those to stand by, and please do remember your years will shove by,

You are here to be patient, you are here to get by, you are here for the prospect, please be kind."

The words they repeated, the ones for our ears

The ones from the others, the hurt and our fears


Not only the pain to come from the outside, to add on and to worsen was the moments of I

The stressings, the panics, the screaming and yells,

They were all for me, too, why didn't anyone tell?


As the end came near, I realised, the real lies,

These weren't what was to happen, these weren't what they told,

The lies of the future, the lies of the old,


But when it came down to those years in the air,

I yelled with my lungs,

"FUCK IT" in the air.

Those words were my lesson at the end of the day

Fuck it to all, and fuck what may.



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