who's gonna tell her?

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Who has the guts to tell her

Her therapist can't make her younger
To run the treadmill of integrity

Who has the guts to tell her

She's too old for childish wonders
"You wanna get better? Get therapy"

Who has the guts to tell her

She'll always be someone older
With no notable attached conquests

Who has the guts to tell her

Her world can't be filed in folders
And performed at her utmost behest


Who's gonna tell her

Age is just a number

"I bet mine should be much lower," she said.

Scrolling through pictures

Medals of silver

How they lifted up their pressures off their chest

Skimming through yearbooks

Aesthetic thin looks

Never would've pulled off what they could do instead

"How did they do it?

Oh, what's their secret?

Someone tell me, I'm spiraling in my bed

My mind is a Russian Roulette

I wish I was wiser

And I wish I was like her

A blooming babe

While I'll always stay this way".


Who has the guts to tell her

Her date of birth doesn't matter
Would she come to her senses either way?

Who has the guts to tell her

"God forbid, wipe your windshields clearer
You own your presents and yesterdays"

Who has the guts to tell her

There are kids who are just smarter
But it shouldn't have to be a hard detour

Who has the guts to tell her

She's a sailor and a writer
There's still some islands left to explore


But I've been known to some to break down constraints

But the truth is, I break down when I don't conform


But I had opted to be a shoulder to cry on

But the truth is, I fall down and I spill out on the floor


'Cause who has got the guts to tell me

I'm not an anomaly

Who's gonna tell her she's brave?

For admitting she's scared she'd always stay that way

Despite her age


Who has the guts to tell me

"It's never too late"


Who has the guts to tell me,

"It'll be okay."

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