WTF?

Poetry? *POETRY*?
I guess wonders will never cease. I blame Jay... It is his spirit that writes this stuff after all. *sigh*

I miss those old familiar places
With their old familiar smells
And a feeling of belonging
That was never really real
To a fourteen some-odd callow kid
In faded blue-jean cut-offs
Standing at the edge of nothing
Thinking “Man, I shouldn’t be here”

I woke up the other day and realized
The picture perfect version of my
Childhood was a lie

-Gnav