Growing Pains

I grit my teeth
An unusual way

I wait to sleep
I'm sick of the day

For 17 years
I've been in this head

And here I will stay
Till the day I am dead

My toes curl
The frustration rises

Degenerate I sit
And wait for surprises

I'm sick that I learn
And I'm sick that I know

I'm sick to remember
I'm sick of your show

I grit my teeth
In the usual way

It's all I can do
To get through the day.

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