Glo-up Grow Up
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The ugly truth: I wanted the world handed to me "It's not fair!" Though the world around me Is suffering through pain I'm too blind to see And if anyone else Even dared to complain, to compare
In my mind I capture A time when I was less mature. At an age Where I could barely talk on stage. With time, I learned to rhyme.
When I was standing on my living room couch Tears blocking the sight of my grandparents Worries etched into their wrinkles and dark eyes When the TV played its usual 7:30 cartoon
Once I was a wee young sap so innocent and gullible. I followed others blindly, orbit around them like they were the sun. They gave me life and kept me warm