Self grown to the spoiling eye
By Debbie Geving
You will look at me with your sun dashed eyelids
Curse me with razor spoken from your tongue
You say i will amount to much
And tell me i will succeed;
But what say must i have
To control my destiny
I am just a child, wanting to explore
Never wanting to grow up quite yet
Will you let me live,
Or let me down
Now i am in 9th grade
All grown up to myself
The mistake i made of listening to your questions
Have made me take it to hear
I'm lost in this maturity
Lost in this economy
I don't think of this as a fairytale anymore
My life is upside down
My dreams are in my sleep
And never in my reality
And chance at my failure
Then you happened
To show your face
A hateful one at that
You spoke of the truth,
And didn't care too much at that
We met at an odd coincidence
And for that i must agree with you at that
By speaking the truth,
And helping me believe in fairytales once more
Nevermore i will learn to never be lost
In today's world of immaturity
For i am just a child still
Lost in this economy
