I mean what does that even mean? 16?
Am I now supposed to give up on my dreams?
Or am I supposed to be the moody moody teen?
16, 16, Hmmm what an age!
But still here I am, trapped in my little thought cage,
I could be driving, getting pregnant, I could get a job!
But no, in this melting ice cream heart of mine, I feel the age of about 5,
Younger than my cute brother and bratty sister, they’re petrifyingly wild,
I do not wish to grow up yet, to think of the bigger picture and leave behind my swing set,
All I want is to sleep, or better still, gaze at the sky and ponder,
Isn’t life a wonder?
In this cold land called England, I live, I love, I laugh, Yet still I yearn for home, the feeling not the place,
I’m supposed to be 16! Meaning what? I ask you, the human race!
I’m terrible at rhyming, but that is how I feel today,
I read a book, an unusal musical book about being gay,
Tomorrow I must sit a horrifying exam,
I think my mum’s cooking lamb,
I crave ben & jerry’s, but it is too cold,
I’m 16, but I don’t want to be old.