When I think back a mile
Guess I’ve never been a child
6 years old when I was an older sister
No love at home, go out, find a mister
Life made sense way too early for me
The elder one makes the compromises, you see
I stopped being a kid before adolescence
At 12, I could give ted talks and life lessons
A few days ago I was missing the age of cartoons
When I heard those noises coming from the side room
I’ve cried about the problems of people much older
Because I was one of them, responsibility housed my shoulders
When I try to be comfortable they say it’s childish
To make my decisions, still have to learn what being an adult is
How far have I come to not understand either
Not fit to follow their steps, not fit to be a leader
And only if they saw what I gave up to meet their demands
I learned real magic at my age to play with wands
Babysit, look out and teach them all of it early
Their approval is the only thing you should want dearly
Oh what tragedy it is to be older
They must be the torch bearers but you are its holder
You are too young to not know but too old to make mistakes
Careful, it’s everyone’s respect at the stakes
And when you stop and turn around to see what’s left behind
You realize you don’t remember what it was like to be a child
Get up, it’s time to gear up with your life
Go clean your room, they’ll be back by five.
Poetry In My Veins 