Adolescent Rage

There is a battle which we face
not many times in our short lives.
No one knows of them,
no one can know.

In our adolescent rage,
we do things when
there is no right or wrong,
just a confusing grey.

Realisation hits hard,
harder than a brawl
in the local pub.
Sicker than the cud
resurfacing up.

Then comes resentment and self-loathing
sickening to the core
followed by despair
and so much more.

At the end,
there is but one result,
one recurring thought:
to be good,
to be good with all our heart.

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