Exhausting Poem by Rose Stern

It's exhausting,
My Mum's away for work,
And so it's up to me to parent,
To be the Mum of the family.
Normally, you'd think that's fine,
But I'm the second youngest,
I have to look after my
Dad, older sister,
And younger one too.
And to think I'm only 13.
People call me an old soul,
But only people like me know,
Old souls are never born,
They're made, of what they come from.
You see, me,
I've had to grow up too fast.
So I never know what to say or do.
It's exhausting.