Aftermath
I am 15 years old, not much, but not little.
Some people say I still should be beware of a knife.
Well, if so, I agree - I'm still a boy, not a man, and that's bitter,
But I am old enough to understand the damn rules of life.
I'm old enough to know that people are heartless and mean.
I understand that everybody have a will to survive.
I do know what's love, but what does it mean?
And I also know that there's no chance to revive.
I've met a lot of people, some were "good", some were "bad".
I watched them rise and I witnessed their fall.
They might curse at me, but I will not get mad.
They are still indefinite in their life, but I know my role.
I'm vigilante at night, but a fool at daytime.
I am too timid to be heard, but never not needed.
I wrote a poem, where words do not rhyme.
I called it "My Life", and it's very rigid.
My classmates, my friends, the people with whom I grew up,
They called me to celebrate our graduation.
When they were about to go, I asked them to hold up,
I said: "I owe you so much...." - words, with no clarification.
It was a pretty good party, they were on the same wave.
They were, but not me - I was deep in my thoughts.
I thought about time, the time that I lost, and the one I now crave,
As Greeks believed, life is a thread, yet mine got a billion knots.
I've done too much things, which I really regret.
I didn't really thought about the consequences.
I've done it subconsciously, but I will not bet,
That so were the people, who gave me mean glances.
I live my life as I want to, and I always chose the easiest ways.
I made a lot of friends, but with who now I talk?
I remember the times, when there always someone to talk, yes, those were good days,
But now I'm 15, and I know how do life work.
Это потому что моя совесть не разрешает мне выставить ни единой фотки, которые я сделал на выпускном.