It's hard
It's hard to be defined by the years of your life,
Not taking into account the growth with strife.
It hurts to feel alone when you're surrounded by the world.
Feeling like a flower, just waiting to be unfurled.
The tears that fall are just salt in this wound,
Like the music of your life, so very untuned.
The words you hear are no comfort but for sound.
I'm surprised to find my feet on solid ground.
The sun lights a day that I don't see,
The moon- the night that's no part of me.
But here I am, sixteen but wanting more,
Two weeks short of a seventeen's war.
So much older than you give me credit for,
Just want to be far from one that you ignore.
I'll sit here forever with this pathetic implore,
Until I'm not the one that you abhor.
~The one that you don't know
Not taking into account the growth with strife.
It hurts to feel alone when you're surrounded by the world.
Feeling like a flower, just waiting to be unfurled.
The tears that fall are just salt in this wound,
Like the music of your life, so very untuned.
The words you hear are no comfort but for sound.
I'm surprised to find my feet on solid ground.
The sun lights a day that I don't see,
The moon- the night that's no part of me.
But here I am, sixteen but wanting more,
Two weeks short of a seventeen's war.
So much older than you give me credit for,
Just want to be far from one that you ignore.
I'll sit here forever with this pathetic implore,
Until I'm not the one that you abhor.
~The one that you don't know