Literature
Twenty Something
Twenty Something,
Long years lived,
I never dreamed of this day,
I mean to be fair it's not that big,
Of an event,
I wish I could re-write my wrongs,
Those made oh so long ago,
Yet the emotions poured out with every poem or I song,
I wrote,
Was never to good at face to face confrontations,
I always had an escape route planned.
When I couldn't handle the situation at hand,
This isn't a release of old demons,
Or a return to my emotional days,
This is just a realization of twenty something,
Not knowing what else to say,
When he puts words to a page,
Is he trying to escape the rage,
Or lack there of,
For he places a smile on his face,
No trace of