where is

You left the house.

That is when all the influence came running to you.

You look at the grown up and say,
"I want to be like that!"

You go out looking like that.
You ignored the juvenile within.
You went ahead with that maturity.

You go out holding hands.
You go out hugging and kissing.
You go out showing how mature you are.
When whats inside, is only that developing brain of a toddler.
You claim you are old enough.

You invited starvation just to look like those mannequin in the magazines
You go out with a thick coat of artificial mask.
You go out with the least cloth surfacing those intimate surface.
You go out with towers on those heels.
You go out and strut down your own runway.
When whats behind the stage is just the purest skin of infant.
You claim you are beautiful.

You go out with this slim white baton in between those fingers.
You go out draining yourself with those toxic gas.
When whats inside just started to adjust to the new changes.
You claim you look cool.

You go out and showered in liquefied intoxicant.
You go out absorbing over dosage of medication.
You go out letting the beat taking over your soul.
When whats within is very delicate.
You claim it releases stress.

You go out and indulge your world with lust.
You go out and strip down till bare.
You go out disclosing those precious assets.
You go out and meet skin to skin welcoming sin.
When what existed are just untouched generation.
You claim its okay.

You go out with an unripe adolescent on your hand.
You go out pushing a wagon overwhelmed with a full bloom of innocent.
When whats meant to be is you pet.
You claim its not my fault.


the juvenile?

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prince Syafiqj