Mike Russell

Theatricals of a Modern Teenager.

The Theatricals of a Modern Teenager I am not a happy boy, Though the art of deception may seem strong on my outer workings, my smile and stature may put off the foxes of questioning whether there truly is something wrong with me, but if someone was to dwell deep into my own inner cognitive workings they may only begin to comprehend this “art style” of such deception and realise that I am a self-incriminating case of whatever may bully my mind, like a thunderous storm of blows to the head within, where no-one; no peers, friends, parents or the average passer-by, may be enticed to learn the real reason for the formation of the frown stitched perfectly on my face, only if they dwell deeper they may begin to comprehend the inner workings my mind.