Older Minded Poem by cauna natsumi

Older Minded



I grew up a little to fast
is it really all that bad?
But honestly I had no choice
Mother got over stressed with work
Dad didn't go to work
so I had to be there when ever I was needed
only 16 now
no appreciation was needed cause it was never given
Dad always wanted quiet
Mother was to tired to deal
talk getting older to fast thats not a steal
I have no children
I'm not pregnant but
lets face it
I skipped a few years of my life
taking care of Dad
and my siblings
which is funny cause one was older then me
the other younger
it really is true the middle child gets no attention
just the scraps
I have to admit
things are different now
Parents separated
younger sibling living with my Dad
No longer am I yelling
or yearning for attention
cause now I have it
but hopefully it's not to late to go back
to being a teenager
which I have to say now
I'm not doing well at.

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