Hey guys, I just found a bunch of my work from sixth grade, and well, let's just say I was very self centered. I wanna slap me, but I'll let you guys take a look anyhow. -Devious_little_Devil
On Turning Twelve
I'm 12. One, two
big deal. So what, all it means is
I'm getting unfairly bigger than
playtime,
cuteness,
attention,
and the ability to
run about wild.
6 year olds can
walk away from
boring conversations
I don't care if you want to know where my siblings are!!!
I want to be somewhere else!!!!!
12 year olds have to
stay and listen.
Even if the subject
hopelessly bores you.
Kindergarten was easy.
learning numbers,
shapes,
and vowel sounds.
Sixth grade is not fun.
Metaphors,
mollusks,
and Pre-Algebra.
Not to mention the
discrimination and name calling.
I don't wanna grow up.
No getting bigger for me!
I'm not ready.
I want to be able to
sit on my mom's lap again!
And have time to bake cookies
or play with playdough.
Sometimes I want to
rush right ahead.
Ignore the traffic signs.
Sometimes I want to
turn back the clock
to carefree
preschool and
play with my
blocks again.
Why can't this go faster?
Why can't this stop happening?
Why can't I make up my mind?!?!
12 is being
gagged with manners
and bound to an
unwritten religion of obedience.
Hopeless to
do anything but
sit and listen.
12 is like being
Houdini.
Wrapped up in
chains, but
you're not Houdini
and you can't get
free!!
12 is also
trust,
new responsibilities,
and, of course,
More homework.
When I was little,
I could
get away with
saying,
just about anything!
I am a child
seen and not heard.
Not yet an adult,
but,
weighed down with
the responsibilities of one.
I want
to be a toddler again.
I want
to grow past
having to sit quietly.
I want life,
to be simple.
