Too Young

you're too young to hurt and feel pain too young to be stressed and depressed and too pretty to look so mean…..please excuse my back talk but I didn't know stress and anxiety had an age requirement I didn't know bills were the only thing that could stress you out why do I have to be beyond grown to know what it means to struggle you talk down on my pain as if it doesn't exist beg me to talk to you about my wounds but make me feel as if I'm under interrogation when I do... that's why I lock myself in my room Call me antisocial call me a "teenager" call me whatever you want as long as your happy as long as you think I'm okay closed mouths don’t get fed but neither does an open one because as soon as i say something you tell me I'm too young so what's the point