Fourteen
Three years flew,
And my age glue.
Faced to someplace anew.
The bed sets blue.
I’m inside a cage,
Feel like I need a mage.
A harbor, sometimes in page—
Suppressing my inside rage.
I do feel like I’m lost,
From my haven most.
Like I gambled with a ghost,
And I don’t know what it costs.
My age stucked in thirteen.
I’m now seventeen,
Turning eighteen.
But still in frighten.
Like my world stopped revolving.
But it changed, in a new way of loving.
The alter, that’s still covering.
The voices are discouraging.
I’m locked inside nowhere—
I think I lost the power,
While my anguish tower.
These days are lower.
I weep amidst for help,
Try to leave what I once kept.
The countless night I slept—
Why holding my breath.
I don’t want to lose myself,
Just because I feel left.
Two years went in rift,
Should I consider it a gift?
I still feel like a thirteen-year old,
Wandering in a place so bold.
The two years that helped me mold,
Still feels like I’m in uphold.
I’m not ready for grown-up—
I’m still growing up.
Don’t know what it’s all about,
It feels so abrupt.
I’m still thirteen, I believe.
I stucked there, it relieved.
The chaos it secretly gives.
I just want to be what I want to live.
