Teen Smoking
Apr 02 2002
1:08AM (+9:00GMT)

A while ago I walked out
of the house.
Having slammed the door shut,
the "bam" echoed.

Something heavy weighed
against my chest.
The heart has decayed
thanks to my parents.


Some time ago I took up
smoking as a fad.
My dad found out and so I
made a promise to my dad.

Promised I'd never smoke again.
And I tried so hard,
despite the way it throbbed faint
this want for cigarettes...


My parents understand nothing!
My mom thinks I'm still a kid and 
all I ever do is have a fling.
But does she know, what I'm doing?

What I'm doing is I'm striving.
Striving hard for recognition,
to forget that deep inside
I'm really crying.

No love, no understanding,
indifferent even when I'm crying.
They think they're all alone.
So am I but at least I'm trying.


I couldn't detach
myself from stress.
So I bought my first pack
since that promise.


Located a quiet place.
Lit my cigarette in such a daze.
Hoping to get out of this craze...
Trying to forget the school ratrace.

No understanding from them.
What they don't know is that
Nicotine doesn't choose
nor does it pick on its friends.

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