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age


most would call me young
at seventeen years,
i’m at my prime
i still have
all the time 
in the world.

and yet, 
i can feel it
i can sense it
i have an old soul
i am older than i appear

i've seen too much, 
been through too much,
to be truly young

i notice things
that others don't
things that they
have not been trained 
to look for

my body is scarred,
cut-up and burnt;
telltale signs
of the hell
i've endured

living like this is taxing
it takes so much effort
to get through the day

people think
i'm too young 
to feel this way

but i'm older than they
could ever know.

 

note: i also posted this here under the username kmills95

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i'm a crazy teenage oregonian who loves the rain and hates the snow * words are my passion. theatre, writing, spoken word poetry... you name it. i love words * my writing bares my soul to the world, so i don't really know why i'm comfortable posting it except for one thing: feedback. i crave feedback like i crave coffee... it keeps me going * for more of my writing, check out my deviantART: http://kmills95.deviantart.com *

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