There’s a part of me that wants to pull away
That wants to say goodbye to the world as I know it.
No i don’t mean forever… I mean for a while… until this all blows over and until everyone reaches the age I’m mentally at already
When I was child I used to cry and cry and cry.
I would scream at my dad
I would blame him for my mind.
I always knew I learnt things alot sooner before anyone else
I knew I was different
That my mind thought too much and my words flowed more than they should have
All i wanted was to be simple
To be like every other child
I didn’t want to be under a school desk in Grade 5 having a mental break down because I had to go back to my mothers.
I wanted to be happy, to be careless, to be free.
I had responsibility since the day I was born, to look after those around me.
To see what others couldn’t and to realise the truth before anyone else did.
I hate it.
I want to be naive.
I want to hide and run away until everyone I care about understands where I am coming from.
I know that wil never happen… but I get lonely.
I get lonely in my thoughts and words.
Regardless of those who tell me I’m right and wise beyond my years…
I want to be normal. I want to be my age.
Naive, simple and pure.