Adult

How dare you
who are you to call me child
like you know what Ive been through
or who I am inside.

Ive lived a life you'd never understand
one that even now wakes me up crying.
What is an adult?
If not one that has lived.

Ive seen more ruthless violence
and careless pain
then you would ever guess
a child might.

And yet am I still a child?
With all these memories
was I ever truly a child?
Or an adult in disguise.