Just the Beginning

I am sick in tired of the fact you are not confident.
I don't want to play this game, just tell me what it meant.
I may be sixteen years old,
But my age doesn't give you an excuse to be cold.
You seem so insecure,
What exactly do you fear?

I'm not afraid of bluntness,
Correct me if there is something I miss.
I am at the point in my life where I don't want to play this game.
I am tired of your immaturity, we aren't the same.
I can't just read your mind.
And if I could, I am not afraid of what I'd find.

I can live with the truth, I don't fear rejection.
There's no need for this friction.
I don't need you,
Its fine with me if we are through.
Cause I am tired,
My brain is wired.

I am done with getting no sleep,
No longer will I weep.
I don't know what you want me to do,
But I know one thing that is true.
This isn't ending,
Believe me, its just beginning
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Old poem again..Teen Age frustration? lol

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