The people around me were in awe
At my level of maturity,
Though I knew not to take their silence
As an insult of backhanded praise,
You are very mature for your age
They said to me time and time again
Yet all words are coming out of my mouth
Were met with scorn, or simply dismissed
They would tell me I should not bother
With topics fits for only adults,
Only to scold me not for knowing
Anything about their conversation,
I suppose that their words weigh nothing
But somehow has power over me,
As of they were the norm, truth or law,
That I will take heart 'till the end of days,
Adults would show their concern to me
Ask why I would not bother laughing
But I could not say that when I do,
They would rant how I got it easy,
I do not understand them at all
Do they want me to be serious?
Or do they want me to enjoy life?
For either answer is somehow wrong
They would push me beyond my limits,
Explain that this would all prepare me
For the world so cruel and scathing
Never mind I am but a child,
Adults could not seem to shade a light
To me of their roundabout lecture;
I'm no longer sure what mask to wear
While dancing around this masquerade,
They expect me to be an adult
When I am simply but a mere child
Only to be crossed even further
If I try to understand their world,
Their mockery of trying to see
The world in the eyes of a child shows
Just how cruel adults could become
To someone who has not yet to speak out
And I would like to remind them all to never underestimate me
