They say I’m wise beyond my age, Like it is some kind of a prize Cause I was just learning to read The weather inside people’s eyes Wisdom is not where a kid belongs It just means I learned to fold my fears into something that looks like “control” While other teens cried over fights on the phone, I cried cause I knew some things don’t fix at all. I knew love wasn’t simple, that people can lie, That “I’m fine” is a sentence That means “pls don’t ask why”. I overthink friendships, I overrate tone And I build mental plans so I don’t feel alone. Guess being wise is equal to endless stress, Same thing but disguised in a nicer dress. And I wonder sometimes… if I’d had the chance To be loud, to be messy and to not understand Would I laugh bigger? Would I cry without shame? Would my heart be a safe place and not some strategy game? Now they say I’m oh so strong and I smile, Like it didn’t cost me a while of wondering who I might’ve been too.. if I’d just been a kid for a while archive from 2024-2025