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Since I like poetry... I guess I'll post another poem...

Actually, I'll compose one, right now. No rhyme scheme though.

Here it is:

Ahhh, the teenage years.

Full of frustrations, social wars, mental battles and hopefully some life lessons.

The last time I felt life at school was really amazing was... too long ago to remember. 

But perhaps that is because I am insecure. But are we not all insecure?

I think that we are to some point, but we hate to admit it. 

I believe, different people will try to avoid it through different ways.

Teenagers will avoid it by acting like we can face anything and give attitude to those who oppose us or make us feel that nawing insecurity.

Act is if the world is against us and prepare for battles against unknown and unseen enemies.

We feel we must always fight.

Adults may try to hide it through money or power.

Although years of experience may have taught them the powers of not caring about others opinions, there is always that one sensitive topic in which, if opened the wrong way, will cause the person in question to feel offended or perhaps even trapped or angered by your words.

And I have observed that usually, they will act in that anger as they would in the teenage years and in rogue anger or hurt try to protect themselves 

by showing their powers of speech or powers of persuasion. 

Others may hold it all back and buy expensive cars or close to try and heal their scars.

I suppose adults are therefore the opposite, they feel they must always defend.

I don't know a whole lot about it and I don't mean to pretend like I have all the answers

but I try to be honest, and not just speak with my mind but have some sincerity and

let the words... I know it's cliche but,

try and let it flow from my heart instead.

But I've gotten scared and stopped doing this. It feels as if I've gotten rusty because of it.

It feels like no one is willing to listen. So, therefore,

all I can do is wait for someone willing to listen. 

And in the meantime, listen to others well and help them in any way I can.

Is that what it means to follow your heart? Just like Walt Disney says?

I wonder... What am supposed to do in this world?

What do I add to it? What do I take away?

What can I do, to make others just a little less insecure?

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Okay so, I've finished. I may make another post to edit a bit here and there.

For now its done. Another poem is born. 

This one I'll call, Smile?