Eighteen

February 12, 2016

I don't want to be eighteen

A scrambling bunny lost in pages

All my life I've wanted to be something

But not eighteen

I hope I don't look older

Because then it's fine to undress

Me with the eyes and thoughts of strangers

I'm not eighteen

I'll have no excuse after this year

No justification for why they should see a

Child not wanting to be wanted

A golden screen

To go back to when I was younger

Hopefully no speckled droughts of needing to penetrate

All that is seen

The relentless desire

For me to be eighteen

I stay though the minds of younger and older

Taking the spot from clouded nativity

Although free will should be placed upon all

I hope the swampy stares shan't slither around me

The day when I turn eighteen

Eyes will widen because now I stay silent

No matter where I may go

Or what I have conquered

I am now eighteen

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