Johnny

I was bored in math class, and this story just kinda came to me, so I just wrote it down. This has nothing to do with my life what so ever. Lemme know what you think.

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Why late at night,

Do the parents fight
Over the right to choose
Which weekend to spend

with their son and daughter?

Those mothers and fathers,
don't understand
with all their shouts and commands,

their screaming and their big demands.

When they don't even realize

that their precious little Johnny

is selling drugs,

and not hugs,

to those big bad thugs,
to pay for an abortion,
maybe extortion,
who knows?
He doesn't have a clue,
now what should he do?
He could have had it all,
but instead he hit a wall,
and when he falls
he doesn't have the urge to get up at all.
He's just so low,
his brain's so slow,
turned into mush
because he wants that rush.
He fell into the sky,
was up so high.
Now he needs to choose
which right to lose,
the right to be lost
or the right to be free and choose,
from these chains that bound;
oh the pain! that he's found.
Now he's all turned out like his mother & father
with the screams and the shouts.

Oh this vicious circle.

Is Anybody Listening

Being a friend to the opposite sex baffles me. A lot of people say that it is nearly impossible to be friends with the opposite sex without someone getting hurt on some level. One person starts to develop feelings and the other person remains friends. Or they might decide to try a different kind of relationship and more times than not, things fall apart. I'm on the fence with this. I have friends that are male who I've absolutley never considered for a romantic relationship, but that is a small percentage. If you give me a line-up of ten guys, nine out of ten of them, I will probably have liked them at one point in my life, even for a nanosecond, I've considered them. I don't know if this is normal or not, but that's how things have always been for me. I meet a boy and I consider him as an option. Then reality hits me upside the head and I come to my senses. I realize that he's too cocky. He doesn't like girls like me. He already has a girl-friend. His brother is cuter. He's a hypocrite. He doesn't have any morals. There's always something wrong with these guys. Always. Even the ones I manage to date, there's something wrong. One cared more about social power. One had anger issues. One couldn't overcome addiction. One was socially inept. One didn't understand. One couldn't tough things out. I just wish I could figure this all out sooner. Boys. Men. Whatever. They need things to spelt out for them. If you want something out of them, just ask. Beating around the bush, doesn't get you anywhere except behind the bush. I have no idea where this entry was going. I just felt like writing.