Bit of writing.

18th of July, 2013.

I am not a child,
I have grown a voice.
Though in demeanor I may seem mild,
the life I live is by my choice.
And so despite your arrogance I demand respect,
in spite of your attitude please acknowledge my intellect.
I extend my hand with kindness and love,
but you continue to view me from a pedestal above.
I do not require a babysitter,
please confront this reality though it may taste bitter.
Maturity cannot be measured by accumulated years,
but by the acceptance of all experience, listening through your soul and not your ears.
Though perhaps my issue is one of expression,
my true self masked by inarticulation,
perhaps a measure of your wisdom would be to see what makes a soul;
That it does not come with age, that from birth it is whole.


8th of October, 2013.

Memories of the past tainted by exclusion,
feelings of happiness shadowed by seclusion.
Why am I not who you seek? 
Why must I fit into a box of meek?
Do not tell me who I can be.
Decide such things for yourselves, but do not dictate these laws to me.
I will not abide,will not be pulled by your tide.
I seek to be accepted,but to be accepted as someone I am not is equal to rejected.
Tell me to leave, please tell me to go.
Do not allow me to waste my time with those who think of me so low.
I will always look back, I will always wonder what it was that I lacked.
You are a friend who will forever have a place in my heart,
but accept I must that in yours I will not have a part.