The mediocrity of life I live in day, inside my home I shall stay, whining at everything taken away, parents saying to go out and play, to the morning where I wake up late, wishing that I had a date, searching to find that perfect mate, naming the infinite things in life I hate, when I grow up I will move far away from this state, to the fast eating of my food, strangers wondering why I became so rude, disgusted of whatever is putting me in this mood, watching the news just to see once again why things are so crude, and now this boring day is over, I did not find my four leaf clover, and yet again did not find my lover, hiding away until its the next day in these blankets I do cover +End