Age =[

A feeling so peculiar,
that plucks my very skin,
the twitch in my eye,
an unsteady speech.

Hot but cold,
there is nothing to do,
just relax and breath out,
but roll your fists as your nails dig in.

nervous,
raving,
annoyed from being controlled,
parents just don't STOP,
always overruled.

IT'S AN AGE FOR YOUR BODY,
although different in the mind,
maturity,
responsibility,
CAPABILITY,
are all factors of mine.

No matter how much you try to convince,
or nag about what you can do,
age will always matter to adults,
not to about them,
but about you.

--All Poems by Tia E
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