Banned From Teen Arts

I’m so stoked about breathable oxygen.
«so long"is thirty miles long.
City life is so not attractive, when paranoia’s gotten the best of me.
I look long and hard.
I’m always wrong.
Eight years and five months to blame for who I am today.
Think I was bored in New Jersey.
Old friends.
Still talk to some.
I’ll crawl back under the rock I came from.
Yea, I was born in new Jersey and it will die in me.
Spent some time away from my feelings.
While everything around me was crushing me for long.
Denying being wrong.
I broke down.
Built up. Broke down.
I broke down.
Built up broke down twice.
That’s right.
I gotta song along.