New Poems for November 13th

So mature, yet so dependent When will I find my way? I want to grow up so soon, Yet run around and play

I want to be a child again, Yet know whom I'm to marry I still have dreams to fulfill And growing old seems so scary

I need an answer To guide me through this madness I've seen that the road to finding out who you are Can occasionally result in sadness

I feel so old beyond my years Yet sometimes I can be a baby All this confusion Is really making me go crazy

I know eventually I'll find my way I need to stay true to me Meanwhile I'll keep my head held high Until I feel completely free