“you’re so mature for your age” i was 8 i don’t think i should be mature at 8 i shouldn’t even know what “mature” means i should’ve been a kid but he robbed me
“YOU NEED TO ACT YOUR AGE” i am!! i finally am!!! i’m 14 and messed up completely this is what it’s like now to be a teen
“act like an adult” yet i’m treated like a child no wonder you think im wild
your calling me crazed? babe im freaking insane!! i’m 16 and everytime that you call i bang my head against the wall i wanna KICK, SCREAM, and CRY!! but that’s not how i should behave it’s not how i was raised because im “so mature for my age”
I stood in silence, and though the world offered me no time, I stole some time, and I relished in the victory of the moment I had stolen. It belonged to no one, save me.
Sometimes one plus one isn’t two. Sometimes you Look At a person with things That don’t add up, wondering Where they took The excess from. Because sometimes one Can skip the work, have fun With threes (Sounds familiar to me). One becomes two While you lose some value. So maybe Two plus zero can equal three When skills rub off Accidentally.
More than a fancy walk Could steal a man's glance And invite a sparkling collar. Or soft spoken passion compel the flesh To gratify its hot appetite.
To speak elegantly of this and that, And trap me in the stillness of your voice. All the while you trickle down my vein And melt away my heart's wall. Brick by brick, To my very foundation.
How freely you throw out these kind gestures That hang me from your words, And fill my head with empty waiting thoughts. How carelessly you stole this From under my ribs, With a sideways eye and a smile held in soft lips. To dance across the room And ****** it with a whisper.
