PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Ever since I was a


Ever since I was a child,

I was always considered mild

Couldn't I misbehave like the others?

They had so much fun

Even though all they did was run

But I think I'll be good and sit by the mothers

 

I'm mature for my age, I don't cause trouble

She says this to her friends and I take a double

She must be right so I'll make her proud

I will behave and think like I'm grown

But I see the world and it makes me moan

Candy and play are for children I say aloud

 

Here I am, an adult at last

I think of the innocent pleasures I had past

It's too late to be silly, it's the time to be mature

But now I have found a loophole

To retrieve the sweet fun hasty maturity stole

I'll live in my books and there you'll finally see my true nature

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.