As an Introspective…

I am naive, 

I have everything.

Being a youngin,

Is not that horrendous.

Growing up 

Is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

Wasting time on my videogames

Is similar to bathing in gold.

Living in schedules

makes me think

Do I have to get up?

 

(NOW READ  BOTTOM UP)

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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