Happy Birthday To Me...

According to these papers,

I was born upon this day.

I'm "officially" one year older

but I just don't feel that way...

According to these numbers,

I turn seventeen today

I'm practically an adult now

and yet... I still don't feel that way...

I feel...

I feel like I'm six

insignificant and small...

except now there's no-one left here

to catch me when I fall

I feel...

I feel like I'm eight

sensitive and shy...

even now a single comment

is enough to make me cry

I feel...

I feel like I'm ten

too quick to give out trust...

excep now i've learned to grab whoever's left

before they leave me in the dust

I feel...

I feel like i'm twelve

my light's begun to flicker...

tired of people never listening

so I learned to talk a little quicker

I feel...

I feel like I'm 14

afraid and unsure...

hating the way I look and act

walking through life so insecure

I feel...

I feel like I'm sixteen

and i've begun to fade away...

walking through life with my shoulder's hunched

and crying more and more everyday

Do tell me I'm seventeen

you might believe that to be true

but i'm still a lonely little girl...

trying to fix herself...

with a bottle of glue...