Having not grown up in this country
You'd think I'd feel foreign
You'd think I'd feel out of sorts
My thoughts a wobbly line
Maturity dashes down those thoughts
Into the cold ground
It makes me feel on top of the world
It makes me feel safe and sound
I grin down at all those peasants
That had dared defy me before
My confidence goes through the roof
Not right through the floor
I count them slowly in my head
People that made me insecure
I smile as I know the truth
I've won because I'm mature
I wear my own skin now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need people to stand by me
To make me feel safe and sound
I wonder how their feeling now
Their plaything all grown up
It's my turn to laugh in their faces
I'm the alpha and they are the pup
I slow down and smirk
I shake my very head
I move on because I can
They are not worth my time
They can wallow in the mud
As I am better than them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem