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'Teenage Wasteland'

Turn away- don't see the pain,
Nothing's real- it's just a game.
Death's commemorated to only the ones with popularity, money, or fame.

Smell like roses && the latest fashions,
Or have the blackest, longest lashes.
Hide your scars, have no free will,
Ignoring pain with cuts && pills,
Wipe the tears and swallow screams.

You say you're original but that's a lie,
There's no such thing as being 'dead inside'.
If he broke your hearts, baby you'd be dead,
&& not just in your 'heart' or head.

So show me who you really are,
Media-influenced drama star,
So turn around and shield your eyes,
Nothing's real- it's just a dead mirage.
©2007-2010 ~Boring-Days
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Author's Comments

This one was also written today while I was mad. :]
The kids who read my note to Rocky know what I mean by it most.
Haha, I hope you like it. (Nuu, I'm not sad right now. :])

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