Almost 21

And I don't care

I’ll be twenty-one in more than a couple weeks.
Everyone waits for the day when they can get those legal drinks.
But I don’t care.
No, I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t think I care.
No I don’t care.
I don’t care.
Why should I care?

Because I just can’t care
About this stupid s**t.

Twenty and change
And nothing has changed.
Claimed I’d start some
But I say I’m still too young.
Give it twenty more
And I’ll kick open the doors,
But I know knowing me,
I’ll say I’m too old
And that I’ve lost the fight in me.

I’m realizing that life’s just about who’s rich and cool,
And how it looks simply like a never-ending high school
With fights breaking out over such petty things
Only they’re Congress approved with bullet pings.
There’s no heart here, just a chorus of lies.
While everyone wears their hair down to cover up their eyes,
Everyone needs some sort of face-saved disguise.
Never let your guard down even when she gives you a rise.

These days, I’m realizing more and more how much less I care
About those pretty blonde-haired girls in their underwear.
I just want love,
How I love love.
I want love.
I am sure that I can learn to love.
How do I love?
I have love
But does she love
All of the love
That I have to give?
Is it enough
With how I’ve had to live.

Twenty and change
And nothing has changed.
Claimed I’d start some
But I say I’m still too young.
Give it twenty more
And I’ll kick open the doors,
But I know knowing me,
I’ll say I’m too old
And that I’ve lost the fight in me.

Love me. Love me. Love me. Forget me not.
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Give it what you got.
Save me. Save me. Save me. She loves me not.
Change me. Change me. Change me into what I thought.

Twenty and change
And nothing has changed.
Now, let’s start some
‘Cuz I know we’re not too young.
Give it twenty more
We’ll still kick open doors.
Just try to start to believe,
You’re never too old
And I’ll never lose the fight in me.
We can change the world to how it was meant to be.

Reviews

[Yuan]

This is the voice of a profound intelligence, a grasp at the declining merits in a world with rating systems of popularity and triviality, how you hunger for more, how you yearn for the better than what is the slum of that is what you see around you, despite the inhabitant pride themselves far more privileged than everyone else without knowing they are slumming in their own stupidity. And with that you have earn a recognition, and a respect on your growth into becoming a better human being than the average peer who raises a glass to their 21st birthday.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

We can, all, change our world into what we want it to be; however, we can't change the people with whom we share our world. We all must find our own way, not the way of parents, family, friends, lovers, etc. The fear of growing old and not finding one's way is present in your poem; however, I believe that it displays that you must never lose your drive to live life your own way. We can, only, create our world and live in hope that someone wishes to share it. A brilliant write, written beyond your years!