I'm turning sixteen in June
Do I know what I'm to do?
My head seems heated and fumed
My heart and shoes are too
My phobia of cars won't die
I'm terrified of a short ride
My habit of my constant lies
Can't find someone in which to confide
I feel my years as they grow short
My silly fears of what was before
My hands that shake for a protective fort
My eyes that yearn to block the world
My soul and mind still can't negotiate
Everything goes wrong with the choices I make
Everyone's issues, I cannot accommodate
The sky gets darker with every day I wake
But I will go on with all my sense of wonder
I will lift the rain and I will lift the thunder
I will make a reason to never be pulled under
I will resist the human's wish to tear me asunder
-MRC
YOU ARE READING
A Small Poetry Book
PoezjaPoems: 1. Growing Up 2. The Future 3. Rewind 4. Only a Few 5. Huntington's Disease 6. Hunger 7. Too Soon 8. Our Tie 9. We're Young 10. The Day of my Birth 11. Meaningless Wishes 12. Under the Weather 13. Run Away And more
