This morning, in the train on my way to work, I sat close to three young boys - perhaps 13 or 14 years old, on their way to school. I had a hard time not staring at their fresh, innocent little faces. They were neat, from their shiny shoes to their neatly cut hair, their new-looking school uniforms perfectly ironed. They were chatting... about school work a teachers... and all I could think about was when I was that age I was not fresh faced, or innocent. By then I was already doing drugs, trying to escape from the horrors at home.
Then I started wondering... what does it feel like? To be that young and innocent, to be scared stiff because you might get detention for not having done your math homework! OMG, what I would have given for that to be my biggest problem at that age!
So what is this about... not sure really. Just feeling kinda sorry for myself today. Just kinda sad that I never got to be one of those boys and I'll never know what it feels like to be a normal 13 year old boy...
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
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