When I was Young

A Poem by Honey

ahh... i wrote this cuz im turning 14 soon, and id rather be 4 again. I want to restart. 13 was a good year, btw. >-<

When I was young, they expected great things. They thought me useful, sweet, caring, someone dependable.

When I was young, I was happy with the world. All was at peace inside the thin walls that kept me from the world.

When I was young, life was easy. Everything was served to me on a silver platter.

When I was young, I was free. I felt the grass under my bare feet, and roamed the woods, unafraid of those who lurked there.

When I was young, my skin fit me better. My body wasn't disproportionate, or ill-fitting, but an unmarked canvas ready to be painted.

Now that I'm older, I still have a long way to go. My personality changes in the blink of an eye, inconsistent and frightening.

When I am grown, life will continue. I will love, hate, treasure, laugh, play, read, study, waste, gain, grow, cry, write, and live.

But until then, I will live for the day.

© 2010 Honey

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PaperHearts

I liked this a lot. It was moving, and really quite insightful. I liked the concept of 'When I was young', juxtaposed with the concept of 'Now that I'm older'. This was really quite effective, and showed a progression in not only the narrator's age and maturity, but also in the changes that occur during life itself, and it was those moments that you described that made this such a relatable, beautiful poem. There was one mistake that I picked up on, which was that 'inproportionate' should be 'disproportionate'. :) Other than that, this was wonderful. Nice work,
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