Found this while cleaning my room. All I remember was that I was 13 and Tommy was 18 or 19. It was written during a math class when a nosy girl peeked over my shoulder t read it, so I never finished my thoughts. Oh well.
Why am I trapped in so a body,
That I must be prisoned by my age.
Do I really need to be so gaudy?
It is a war with myself I wage.
Stuck am I, waiting for years
Working for an unknown goal
Until I fall and break down in tears
At my toiling, suffering soul.
Try as I may to escape my fate,
[strikethrough]But surrendering is not even[strikethough/]
Not ever surrend
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