Rosemary leaves me down the path of remembrance.
The direction of my youth,
where teen angst, striven to bring me down.
I learned that life is not as hopeless as I once thought it was.
That being a rebel without a cause,
or dying young is a fragment of what life has to offer me.
To bad this lesson was learned after attempting my suicide.
All because I am different,
I don't fit in the standard stereotypes found in my high school.
Maybe this can be my youthful revolution,
that teen angst,
and all the hatred
and negativity in high school,
will be gone,
that it's better to stand for being different
than being the same.