I'm scared they'll all be right
That I'm not enjoying my childhood enough
That I act too much like an adult
Doing too much work
Too late at night
Not going out enough
Not being a kid enough
Now even my parents tell me to act normal
But their normal
Is my mature mask, act, and blatant lie
The character I use when I'm trying to set aside my childish ways
To have people respect me
And even though I hate being one
I'm still a kid
I still get upset when something annoys me
I still get excited when I think or talk about him
I still cry when I feel stressed out
I still wish I could be outside playing
I still sing when I'm happy
I still get scared of everything
I still want to be a kid
I didn't think that acting like an adult would turn me into one
In the eyes of other kids
Adults
My parents
And even me.
Unrealistically high standards were set
Because my false maturity
And mask of sobriety,
Morphed the perception of me
Into a golden child
Who's now damned to stay this way
Unless I let everyone down
But I'm still a kid
Aren't I
Can't I be
Or is it too late
Did I waste my whole childhood
To save my future self from slaving away
Just to slave away anyways?
What happens to the kids
Who never got to be kids?
Those of us who were born adults,
And never got to live.
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My Unofficial Truths
PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
