Topical teenage views developed through amazing poetry

Had a knife held up to me, I felt like I was in a movie – I was woozy.

He moved up to me like we were in Call of Duty.

I got called a loony because I didn’t react or act and that is a fact…I was attacked.

I had to flee like I was in the Grand Prix – gone by the count of three.

In this world you have to agree to disagree.

I’ve seen things you cannot apprehend or prevent.

My mates are strong like cement.

I can’t lie – I am quick to reply and I don’t have to rely….

But I did have a tear in my eye.

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