Giving In Poem by C Jay Caputo

My mind is quick
And now its sick
And oh, its so disgusting-
My bodies old
My story told
Nothing left to be a mystery-
So recognize
My soul inside
And that its screaming to get out-
What I would give
To be a kid
Just one more time-
Go back to the days
That I would praise
A God that I believe in-
Holden's right
To question life
And say, what the reason-
These growing pains
Just hurts the brain
I can't say I mind the structure-
To be a child
So docile
Carelessness at its perfection
I'm giving in, I'm giving in
I'm calling quits
Calling in sick
No innocents is so defenseless-
These wired struts
That holds me up
Is growing old and tired
So what is this
Just helplessness
Or am I looking around my head
So no thank you sir
I'll be immature
And remain the child I never was.