All pimples and pubic hair,
I know you would never dare
Go through those teenage years again;
Too much aggression
And too much pain,
And why would the bastards care?
If I had to pray, it would be to never be a teenager again. Those years hurt and hurt hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem very much. Brilliant.