The Consequences of Maturity.

Try being an 23 year old woman in a 15 year old body, and you'll see what I mean.

I am out of place.

 

I don't belong here,

I don't belong there,

I don't belong anywhere.

 

Like a weird, bony skinny tree in the middle of pavement,

I soak in the sun and retain my statement;

"Never will I allow my mind to your enslavement!"

 

I don't belong here,

Nor there.
I don't belong anywhere.

 

With people my own age whom think they know how it is
Or with adults whom seem to enjoy my company,

But can't seem to understand my love for show biz.

 

Too old for my physicality,

Too young for my mind,

So where is it I belong?

Where is it, this place I must find?

 

A place where I'm not too young.

A place where I'm not too old.

Where my maturity isn't strange,

And my youth less bold.

 

A place where I can belong,

A place I can call home.

A place where I'm not distant nor too close

A place where freely I may roam.

 

I don't belong here,
I don't belong there.

When it comes down to it?

I don't belong anywhere.

Author's Note

Reviews are always appreciated.

Reviews

[Acer]

Nicely written.

[crystallized illusions]

Thank you for reading.

[Acer]

My pleasure, i did love you this below stanza indeed,
A place where I can belong,
A place I can call home.
A place where I'm not distant nor too close
A place where freely I may roam....
nicely written, loved it.

[Hester Vane]

I felt eactly like this when i was 15. People always say they wish they could go back and be a teenager again. Well I dont for this very reason, I am now nearly 23 and finally feel like im becoming who I should be. Dont worry, you will find your place. Great poem.

[crystallized illusions]

I truly hope so.
Thank you.

[Erica Ross]

How is it that you know my story?
Brilliance !!

[crystallized illusions]

I'm glad I'm at least relatable to someone;
Thank you very much! (:

[Erica Ross]

you're more than welcome !