I know I'm not all grown up
and I know I don't know everything.
I don't claim to be perfect
because I make mistakes.
But please,
please,
please don't treat me like a child.
I know I'm still a kid
and I'm not done growing up
but I still know things
and I still understand a lot more
than you think.
I make plenty of mistakes,
but don't condemn me for it.
I say things I don't mean
and I'm sorry.
I try to fix things
and I make things worse.
But don't you dare
for even one second
think that it was on purpose.
Don't you dare
act like my problems
are not as big as yours.
Don't you dare tell me about the things you've been through
and act like I've been through nothing.
I've been through plenty.
I've got my own war stories as well,
if you'd listen.
Don't you dare think
that everything is perfectly fine with me
because I'm smiling.
And don't you dare say that my life is a piece of cake.
Because it's not.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...