There’s always a frown on my teenage face.
I don’t understand why I feel this way.
I tell myself there will be other days.
I wish this frown would leave without a trace.
Maybe it’s all those people that I chase
Trying to help shoo their problems away.
Hoping I could transform them like soft clay.
It’s hard trying to keep up with the pace.
There’ll be a day when this frown will leave.
That’ll be the day that I fly home free.
Away from all this crazy insanity.
And on that day maybe people will grieve.
And stop putting all of their trust in me.
Please excuse my ranting absurdity.
Author notes
First attempt at an Italian Sonnet.
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