16 is my baby bird
A spoiled as she is
Perhaps she's just the normal teen
That we all wished we'd been
She is a product of our own making
Our protection made her feel her age
She has yet to grow out of the selfishness
The feeling of the world revolving around her
And part of me is happy she hasn't
It proves my efforts of shielding her worked
But the other part wishes she'd grow up a bit
Act older and more mature
So that maybe we'd all get along a little more
----------
Tuesday, October 13th (212th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
YOU ARE READING
Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
