Adolescent, Kids Are Mean Poem by James McLain

At your age but not in particular.
Contrary to what has been said,
already by others never said.

Fluid acts too any physical problems,
unknown by your friend's that may occur.
It is a normal,
that part of growing up to touch the sky
at your age, not many kids know.
Bloody sticks,
the burning bush and red wood trees,
that flame won't go away.
Not during adolescence.
For he is neat and she for her,
the only worry is you must find out.
In advance,
who your friends they truly are.

Even though it fully never is when normal,
but by your age not when you do, but who.
Even though they too are doing it.
Don't tell on your self,
before them all you know, they will tease you.

Instruction manuals for young human beings,
it is the only way.
Kids are never more than less than average.
They are sharks that circe smell your blood.
At your age they are savage.
At your age they are no one in particular.

Contrary to what has been already said,
I have without the slightest touching bled.
The only real worry is to find out,
just who your friends they really are.
Even though the cup is haf way full,
never tell them your true age, not even to.
It is the only way,
kids can't be fooled when they are come to age.