They turn their nose up in distaste
Whispers words behind her back
And surprise strong in those eyes
She pulls her hair out in distress
Screams "stop judging me already"
She complains about the glass
She has to walk on every morning
When she falls, she has the scars
They turn their nose up in distaste
Shake their head in remorse
"You're not a child anymore"
She replies with a snap
"Stop judging me dammit"
In every action she takes
She glances behind her again
And when everyone turns their back
That facade, that disquise finally breaks
She refuses to grow old
Without wisdom of her own
You can still be a child at heart
When you're reaching ninety-nine |
Submission Name: Not A Child Anymore
