Unwanted Birthday

by Catherine   Aug 28, 2007


Today makes it just one more week and I feel depressed
But I guess it happens to everyone and there's no point to protest
I look at today's children and it can't be controlled
But I feel so jealous because I'm so old
They have no worries, troubles or angst, everyday like gold.

This is my last week forever as a girl who's sixteen
What should I do with this week? My frustration is unseen.
I remember like yesterday when the big one eight was four years away
And suddenly its next year, I think about that almost everyday
In just one week I will turn 17, this week will never come back
I will never ever again be sixteen, when will my life jump on the right track?
I'm sure that when I am older I will regret like an ass
That I never did anything and just let it pass
But what should I do I ask myself then
I just wish I could start all over again
I don't want to grow up I want to stay here, right were I am now and stop all the fear
I hate being treated like I am some adult, I'm not! That's just a great big insult.
Just ONE more week of being 16, never again will it come
Then I'll be18 and must get a job and become stronger
I wish I could stay a kid, for just a little longer.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kaz

    Wow its so relatble gr8
    i luv it

    really gr8