Growing Pains

Drowning in British filth, I felt dejected.
No rescue; no peace.
My peers swam in disease, each one infected.

Discovering the truth made my heart turn cold.
No kindness; no warmth.
The endless deceit caused my soul to grow old.

Growing pains; the oppressive rules make it easy to fade.
Soulless culture; mindless learning.
Growing pains; it’s no wonder many of us choose the blade.

Poison rotted our tree; each apple fell bad.
No tonic; no cure.
No one strong enough to stop me going mad.

Burning with hate; I felt no warmth from the sun.
No shelter; no care.
Not touched by love or delight; I had no fun.

Growing pains; the oppressive rules make it easy to fade.
Soulless culture; mindless learning.
Growing pains; it’s no wonder many of us choose the blade.

To grow up is a greater pain than I thought,
No succour; no help.
It is time for the ice of my heart to thaw.

Consumed by their flames, I grew up rejected.
No water; no tears.
Proud to torment me; abuse was expected.

Growing pains; the oppressive rules make it easy to fade.
Soulless culture; mindless learning.
Growing pains; it’s no wonder many of us choose the blade.

Knowing they heard my cries made my soul turn dark.
No blessing; no grace.
Ignoring my cries gave me a demon’s mark.

Growing up will disable the strongest mind.
No support; no guide.
I fight to let the light of my soul to shine.

Growing pains; the oppressive rules make it easy to fade.
Soulless culture; mindless learning.
Growing pains; it’s no wonder many of us choose the blade.

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