Some say I'm not old enough to understand

others know I am

Some say I'm still naïve

maybe I am

I don't know who I am or what I believe exactly

I'm not sure I even believe in me

I get this comment a lot 'you seem older than that'

I see no offense in that

I'm discovering life's different from what people say

and that there are times when things seem like they're never ok

I still occasionally get seen as a child, but hey, it is what it is

I still have a lot of my life to live

I know that I've told you before,

But if you know,

If you're sure,

I'll ask you to refrain,

To keep it inside,

For my age

I seek not to hide,

Yet I do wish for others

To have a fair try.

If you guess right,

And I hope that you will,

Then perhaps you'll be surprised

Or maybe not, still.

I'm what most would call young,

Merely a child,

But, believe me now,

I'm not quite as wild.

So give it a shot,

For you have nothing to lose.

How old would you be

If you lived in my shoes?

A little kid who isn't technically a kid anymore, but still has to ask permission to use the bathroom.

This kid wants to stay as they are, protected under the wing of the same old routine, and simultaneously wants to grow up.

That's me.

A small yet significantly agonizing journey (cough school cough) has just ended, but a new and slightly longer one is about to start...

...and I have no idea what I'm doing.

I'm swimming in a sea of homework and hormones.

Struggling to keep my head above the dark and drama filled waters.

I look back and see the easy days, when people were nicer and the world was smaller.

I look forward and see a thunder cloud of responsibilities rolling across the dark sky.

I'm three years away from leaving the nest and flying off on my own.

Three years from flying into that dark thunder cloud of responsibilities.