Ok, I'm sappy right now so I decided to write something… I think that is because of depression. Economics is driving me mad with all the homework I have. I like it, but the amount of work is overwhelming. On the other hand, my parents aren't fond of the idea that I might be considering poetry/novel writing as an option for another minor.
Anyways, gomen for complaining but this issue, plus listening to a sad love song doesn't help at all.
Nothing else to say, I think.
Vic
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Disclaimer: All that applies
Grown
Some people say that you have
To be an adult to be mature,
Others say that you can be mature
Although you are still a kid.
I believe in the former
For I know that through harsh times
One learns about life.
Coming from a samurai family,
Losing a mother and a father,
Being alone is what taught him
To be the way he is.
He is stubborn and has his pride;
He doesn't like to lose,
He doesn't like to be treated
As if he
Couldn't do anything for himself,
He can.
He loves though, he is kind
He cares for those who he calls family.
He fights to defend his ideals,
He wants to be strong.
He sheds tears like anyone else,
Like any other kid of his age
But unlike those children,
His tears are because
He still can not be at all
What he wants to be.
He is man in a child's body,
He is a samurai
That a bokken only can hold.
Busu he calls me, kid, I yell back
But deep inside of me
I know he is not a kid,
He is a grown man.
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Random, weird, may be non-sense, but what can I say… my brain tells me that I have to write. And if you're wondering, yeah, is about Yahiko.
Vic