I'm tired of being used, then left out of what is supposed to be a family. My age is not a brain that can calculate, but it's become an excuse, to push me away when I have nothing to offer. You never really share, don't really seem to care.
Because of my age I'm never "cool" enough, to hang out and be a part of the "adult stuff" unless I'm the one who's buying it. Though even then I give it all to you, with some ridiculous assumption you'll let me back in. But you only want me when I give things to you. And it hurts. Because I'm not Different than you, and your age, I'm just the same, I think, and relay, I can even display, a sense of wisdom and knowledge. I'm mature and I'm sure that I am just as good as you. This age is just a measurement, yet it keeps on starting to measure less the more I know. Do not hide me, I know what those lies mean, excuses, just tell me, I'm not good enough for you anymore.
But who care, what a "little girl" has to say?
