Eleven years

you open your eyes and don't feel eleven everything's just like yesterday the way you grow old cry like if you're three because your scared the rings inside a tree trunk each year inside the next one that look on my face when they ask you that's the way it is i open my mouth nothing comes out a little voice when i was four not right away you wake up on your eleventh birthday because she's older she's right I'm not i wish i didn't have only eleven years maybe a thousand years old i wish i was one hundred and two instead of eleven becuase they don't understand when your eleven, your also ten nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one like an onion each year inside the other when you open your eyes on your eleventh birthday