I've decided
that teenagerdom
is irony.
I have become all the things I use to fear
reject,
shun,
and even hate.
My distinctions between right and wrong--
justice and malice-- have been blurred.
There is no more black.
There is no more white.
There is only a deep, reflective puddle of
grey.
I'm not upset at who I am now.
But I am aware of who I
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justice and malice-- have been blurred.
The line we used to see so bold and strong is now hazy.
Yet, I don't really find a problem with it.
Not at all.
I can relate so well to this. I think we all can.
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