Being 12
Being 12 ain't
what it's cracked up to be
No longer a child but
still not quite a teen
My childhood tastes
are beginning to change.
Whats happening to my body,
now that's just strange
I'm becoming more
interested in boys
and have less time
to play with my toys
My emotions are now
all over the place
and now I have pimples
growing all over my face.
In a few short months
I'll be a teen
And no longer
be stuck in between
Stuck between being
an adult and a child
One things for sure, my
teenage years will be wild.
7/3/2020
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