Old Soul

I'm fourteen.

Slowly slipping into silence

But apparently still talking too much

No one is allowed to smile

Only the so called leaders dictate what path I wonder along

I don't care what they tell me to do

I dictate who I am.

I'm growing.

My personality seeks the sun

but they want it to cower

I don't care what they want me to do.

I will thrive like a flower

They can shrivel if they please

I dictate who I am.

I'm changing.

The ones I once loved have betrayed my trust

I have trusted too much

I don't want to feel empty so I don't let myself

I can't control others' actions

But I can control my reaction

I don't care how they want me to act

Why do they want me to be miserable

They should just leave me be

Because I dictate who I am.

I'm fourteen.

Soon I'll be fifteen

then sixteen

Then thirty-four and three quarters

And I will be far away from the woes of these immature minds

I will see more

Hear more

Know more

Feel more

But I will always know how it felt to be fourteen

Feeling more than most.

And having the wisdom through all the mess they created

to dictate who I am.