By Hamy Downs
Aged out, of a cage
Aged out, in a rage
Aged out, turn the page
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, on the street
Aged out, in the heat
Aged out, incomplete
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, feeling so meek
Aged out, unable to speak
Aged out, labeled a freak
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, with nowhere to go
Aged out, with nothing to show
Aged out, with no way to know
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, in a world that feels so wrong
Aged out, to a life too short on long
Aged out, singing that same ol song.
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, will never fit in
Aged out, unlikely to win
Aged out, a fine line worn, so paper thin
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aged out, and it feels so unfair
Aged out, to no-one there to really care
Aged out, with not and far too aware
Aged out, Aged out, Aged out
Aging out, of a life near too long
Aging out, from that same ol song
Aging out, and it still feels wrong
Aging out, Aging out, Aging out, Again
Aging out, having never fit in
Aging out, still, hoping to win
Aging out, is wearing too thin
Aging out, Aging out, Aging out
Again
Hamy Downs is an Autistic poet who was orphaned and raised by the state of California. He expresses himself through the art of poetry.
