Youth is
An overflowing heart and
A trembling-with-ache brain.
Maturity is calmly wistful.
Maturity is a burden
Squeezing down my rebellious
throat,
Gagging me.
The cross that grants me
stability
And structure;
Youth is a poem that reveals
too much,
A song that feels too much,
Half-smiles that say too
much.
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