Grow Up

I am alone I do everything myself cry, laugh and cry again as if I'd rather be happily sad My best friends are books and God Only they know my secrets only they solve problems humans don't understand- (We judge too much)- That every tear means something else Every smile isn't real Everyone can never be equally proportionate In colour, class or being literate I am never always me I pretend, I lie and I hate I am afraid of me (I am afraid of everything) I wear a bravado (it won't last) I am never going to grow up I am still a child a budding flower as light as the wind I get blown around Trampled But I know the meaning of my tears I too speak equality I am smiling That is my secret I can't grow up your blocking my light breathing my air denying me my rights.