They Tell Me Who I Am


Why is it that
I am too old to color outside the lines
But too young to draw my own
All I want is to make art
I am too old to drink out of juice boxes
But too young to drink out of beer bottles
All I want is to quench my thirst
I am too old to throw tantrums
But too young to stop caring
All I want is to feel
I am too old to be anyone I want
But too young to know who I am
All I want is to be myself
I am too old to have my head in the clouds
But too young to keep my feet on the ground
All I want is to keep moving
I am too old to be shy
But too young to be heard
All I want is to use my voice
I am too old to whine
But too young to protest
All I want is for people to listen
But I do not care what you tell me I can't do
I guess that's what I am old enough for

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