I am only 14 yet I know so much, and want so little. The warm embrace of a man is all I ask. And yet when I look at my friends they seem belittled. When they cry at night from their loss of a boyfriend. If only they knew I cried at night for lack of a man. Is it a shame, that I feel like a woman? Is it a shame that they act like brats? Not once in my life have I begged my mom. They sit and cry on the store floor, for a toy. I understand a lot about this cruel world. They understand little about reality. And though I am off in my own world. They pull me back. And I feel like a kid...sometimes. They feel like a kid all the time. Is it my fault, that I toss in my bed? Is it their fault they try to be alone in a shed? I've played those games. Like children in water. I drown from lack of intelligence. They know so little. Is it my fault I am only 14? Is it their fault they don't act like a teen?
And once again....alone in my bed.. While they sneak out to visit their boyfriends.