Growing Up

May 29, 2011
By , Windham, ME
Why are you so old?
When we met at eleven.
Holding on to the same perfect vision.

Why are we so different?
We were one in the same.
Just sitting upon plastic swings.

Why do I care?
And why do I scream?
Late at night in your silent dreams.

Why do you tell me?
Not anybody else?!
Why do you trust me?
Why not keep to yourself?!

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