For What Its Worth - poems

Fifteen

4-16-15

Getting older
means the world becomes clearer
and becoming bolder
and the end coming nearer
but don't ask me about being real old
I've only fifteen
a child I've been told
like I haven't lived and haven't been around long and there's nothing I've seen
I've been young and wild
with no sense of touch
was a little child
with no rush
you don't see things then
but one day it all seems to fall into place
and that's when
it becomes a race
once the future comes clear
you want to grow up quick
even though its not near
and it makes you sick
but suddenly your senses become sharper and you learn about things
the years speed up and looking back you feel so blind
embarrassment it brings
and soon enough you find
yourself becoming different and stronger
wanting more
but its wrong they say and you shouldn't be that way any longer
but independence I find myself craving,
and I am not given much
its my soul that surely needs saving
for wanting such!
I am fifteen
so don't take it from me
I'm much too keen
on wanting to be free
I still want to grow older
and I want my freedom
but I've been getting bolder
and trying to get some
three years to go
until its all mine
but they say oh
in time I won't want any and I'll be fine,
I'm seething in silence
I want it so,
my only reliance
is knowing there's only three years to go