Poem: Wait It Out.
Wait It Out.
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You’re young, you hurt, don’t feel OK
There’s no place you belong you say.
You feel inept, don’t feel you fit
You’re sure they think that you’re a git,
You’re gauche, don’t know which game to play
But don’t give up, that’s just today.
It’s always tough to be your age
Not to belong, to feel such rage,
But don’t succumb to bullies who
Make life so hard for such as you.
This stage will only last a time
Then you’ll find reason, style and rhyme.
To give up now is not the way
Just bloody get through each new day.
Apply yourself to what you are
The parts of you that make a star.
Your future life is writ by you
Your future dreams can all come true.
Although it’s hard, this time will pass,
You’ll find it’s not you who’s the ass.
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