i heard voices scolding
a teen who refuse to sleep
always playing computer games
i could be that kid; oh! no
i stayed late for writing
where i found solace, peace
should have one mind to write
answered back; turns ugly
he was put on restriction
everything quiet; asleep
peaceful, no more shouting
let's see for couple of days
he will find a way i guess
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