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Undefinable
I am fourteen
 and the best part is the
 seniority and responsibility,
 the worst part is the
 inferiority and responsibility,
 I'm at the age where
 it's weird to order off the kids menu
 or take naps
 or love Play-doh
 but old people can look at me upset
 just because of my age
 stereotypes shouldn't define teenagers,
 or me. 
 
 Fourteen
 is an in-between age
 a confused age
 an exciting age
 and a dying age
 magic as I once knew it
 no longer exists
 because I'm too old for
 trampolines, toy stores, and Santa
 but I'm too young for
 cars, independence, or responsibility
 as I want it.
 
 I'm a teenager
 and I'm okay with that
 I refuse to participate
 in the silly teenage drama
 that everyone else lives for
 why can't I get enough sleep
 and what if
 people still treat me like
 I'm just too young or
 just to old?

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