Seventeen
Location
Seventeen
Somewhere between childhood
And standing alone.
Wreaking of confusion and
Rebellion.
Lost
Yet, not respected
Yearning
I continually yearn to be a child again
Like an addict craves their next high.
Eight years old
The peak of my childhood
Apalled if I didn't find a scripted note from my mother in my lunch
Trotting into class
Third grade
The smell of Clorox and crayons overwhelm my nose.
No worries
If only I could go back
Now
A different world overwhelms me.
Like a baby bird being force fed
Can it stop?
Growing older, this is despise.
It's all just preparing,
preparing for the rest of our lives
But being so young
Seventeen.
Somewhere between allowance and a salary.
Seventeen.