Age Two Or Three I Start Being Me

Short poem about growing up, realtionships, wants, needs and women.

Age two or three i start being me, already learnt how to walk talk and see.
Age four or five realised i was alive, better toys my mission i strived.
Age six or seven discoverd heaven and hell, wheres my gran go i yell.
Age eight or nine action mans mine, got the good one gun & zip line.
Age ten or eleven action mans in hell, i want a nintendo i started to tell.
Age twelve or thirteen girls know what i mean, want to try it ever so keen.
Age fourteen or fithteen already done it know what i mean, regular girl bedroom unclean.
Age sixteen or seventeen was looking pristine, 24 year old girlfriend the bedroom the scene.
Age eighteen or nineteen i'd lost my theme, moved onto drugs the kind that suit mugs.
Age twenty or twentyone the deamon is strong with me for life but that wont be long.
Age twentytwo or twentythree i started to see destroying my life this isn't for me.
Age twentyfour or twentyfive back and forth to doctors barely alive, to be clean i strive.
Age twentysix or twentyseven too many freinds already in heaven, i'm clean at last it's all in my past.
Age twentyeight or twentynine get my life back it's mine, left with a fine the pennance is mine.
Age thirty or thirtyone finding direction to the life i belong, calling it now banging the gong.



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Inspiration for poetry can come from absolutely anywhere or from any past or anticipated life experience desire ambition love lust hate doubt even negative feelings and emotions are responsible for outburts of creativity in the meekest of personalities