Prim and proper

Girl aged 8

Always trying to be different

But never wanting to confess it

With thoughts that her twisted, tangled up little mind

would unwind as she grows up,

her naive little alter ego,

saw the best in everything, 

but always got the worst in return.

Now don't get me wrong

My expectations were pretty low

In that endless sea of possibilities,

but my naive little alter ego

was too scared, too timid and too upset

to get her hands dirty and consume it.

Now fourteen, the pin dropped.

She stands tall with her head fairly high

for she is still a kid and fourteen isn't prime.

For she will learn and thrive

and won’t be blind.

Learn to live in the moment,

thrive in the opportunities

given in that moment

Remembering in 10 years

she won't have said treasured moments.

There will be no time to hide,

no time to whine,

being in this twisted web called life

that waits for no one.

I may sound like a wise old soul

but 14 isn’t prime

nor 15 or 16

I don't know much about life.

I don't know where i'll be in 10 years.

I don't know if i'll be a lawyer,

a doctor heck a writer,

and frankly I don't want too.

Stressing about the future,

won't let the anxiety subside

I don't know if what I claim

may be ripe on the outside

rotten within,

inside,

but I know this,

there will be days, when I fail a math test

And it just means I’ll need more time to reinvest,

Days when even I won't comprehend these sounds I strike with pride

Days when i'll be so tired

Unwilling to speak my mind

Not wanting to get outside

but I now i will just think about that prim and proper girl

and tell her not to stress,

because that prim and proper girl never failed to impress.