Maturing is realizing it’s you against the world.
Can’t even trust yo man or girl.
Which friend stays when you hit a dead end?
Which one kills you when you sleep again?
Trust is no longer a requirement.
Listen to me cause I’m in need of a dire vent.
Feels like there is eyes all on me.
What’s the key of being free?
How do I stand out the masses?
How do I keep from inhaling toxic gases?
When I got bad influence all around me.
They want me to join, just let me be.

Maturing is realizing it’s you against me.
An external competition.
A constant generational repetition.
So why am I giving you advice?
Why not let you gamble the dice.
Why not let you die?
What’s stopping me from telling a lie?
You need to grow up, cause the world does.
It does what it wants cause,
Cause the world don’t care for you.
Trust me it’s true.

Maturing is realizing is it’s me against me.
I don’t love my poems,
Cause I know I can do better, just show em’
Some emotion they didn’t know they needed.
And when they come back beated.
You take what you want.
Till you flaunt that you’re a bad person.
Personally it took to long to realize.
That the main battle wasn’t you and I.
It was me and my lie.

Maturing is realizing you can’t break the cycle.
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