Sometimes.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why.
Wonder what the hell I did... what the hell I didn't do.
I wonder if my head will stop pounding with unanswerd questions in the drama of life.
I wonder if my parents really beleive they understand rebels like us.
If they knew the pain I feel at the bottom of my stomach.
Or how they were constantly judged inward and outward?
Reguardless I will be placed into a rebel.
To the masses I, like others, will be just another rebel with out a cause.
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