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Quarter-Life Crisis
Mom and Dad didn't know
Their mistakes scarred me forever
They never let love show
Or taught me how to be secure
So unsure
Half way to middle age
It has gone by too fast
Will the next half pass so quickly?
Can I let go of the past
And the need to write it on this page?
Feeling lost
Half way to middle age
Stress ever increases
Confusion reaching everywhere
Tearing me to pieces
So many that I cannot bear
To face facts
Half way to middle age
Now I'm twenty years old
And my cards are on the table
I wonder if I should fold
'Cos I feel I am unable
To face life
Half way to middle age
*03/25/1983
Their mistakes scarred me forever
They never let love show
Or taught me how to be secure
So unsure
Half way to middle age
It has gone by too fast
Will the next half pass so quickly?
Can I let go of the past
And the need to write it on this page?
Feeling lost
Half way to middle age
Stress ever increases
Confusion reaching everywhere
Tearing me to pieces
So many that I cannot bear
To face facts
Half way to middle age
Now I'm twenty years old
And my cards are on the table
I wonder if I should fold
'Cos I feel I am unable
To face life
Half way to middle age
*03/25/1983
Published 20th Aug 2011
| Edited 2nd Sep 2012
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*(Hesitation litters the fields of invention with unfinished brilliance. Pride is a seed of prejudice. Self-esteem is everything.) (written on my 20th birthday 03/25/1983)
During the beginning of a deep depression that would last more than 12 years, turning 20 was one of the worst days of my life, though others have come to surpass it, I can still feel it 28 years later.
By the way, I feel a little ripped off as the title of this poem somehow made its way into pop-culture several years ago. There is even a rock band using it and a book was written with that title. I doubt that they had any knowledge of my poem and it is certainly possibly for such a thing to be thought up by more than oone person, so I can live with it. Who knows, I may not even have been the first to think it up.
During the beginning of a deep depression that would last more than 12 years, turning 20 was one of the worst days of my life, though others have come to surpass it, I can still feel it 28 years later.
By the way, I feel a little ripped off as the title of this poem somehow made its way into pop-culture several years ago. There is even a rock band using it and a book was written with that title. I doubt that they had any knowledge of my poem and it is certainly possibly for such a thing to be thought up by more than oone person, so I can live with it. Who knows, I may not even have been the first to think it up.
23rd Aug 2011 5:49am
i am in the same spot right now but at only 17. i feel what you are saying. great writing
23rd Aug 2011 9:09am
This is why I like sharing my poetry, I know there are others out there who feel as I do and are going through the same things I have. It's nice to know that others like your work, but it feels great when you have connected with another soul in a deeper sense than mere appreciation of the creation. And if you know how I feel about art, then you know it is no small feeling to experience. Thank you
21st Jul 2012 3:21am
"Mom and dad didn't know
Their mistakes scarred me forever"
I loved this poem, my experiences are similar. Its quite evocative. Ty for sharing
Their mistakes scarred me forever"
I loved this poem, my experiences are similar. Its quite evocative. Ty for sharing
11th Jul 2015 9:18am
