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.
Copyright © Carlton Platt | Year Posted 2013
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