22 years of age, fresh faced and bold

Newly 31, a fear of growing old

No friends of the same year,

She looks down in age to find her peers

a fear of new competition

Results in old behavior coming back to fruitition

Scared of what the future brings, a fear of irrelevance

Makes old kacey punch down on unfamiliar elements

On a young, new artist, one she called a sister

“Want to smoke some weed,” she asks, in front of her mister

“I’m trying to quit, but i guess i’ll partake,”

Little did the girl know, kacey was a snake

One that slithers between the lines,

That manipulates and connives

A cunning mask she wears around,

Behind a lens she wears a frown

For kacey is mean-spirited yet so bold,

And intelligently able to make trash into gold

A respect between peers, the young girl was unaware,

That kacey was bringing her down, planting seeds of true fear

The young girl prevails, leaving kacey and the weed behind

But nobody forgets their very first time.

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