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The Immaturity of Age

November 8, 2009
By ggk92 SILVER, Sherborn, Massachusetts
ggk92 SILVER, Sherborn, Massachusetts
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Anger pulse through my veins.
I am only seventeen.
You are the adult I scream,
not me, you.
I shouldn’t have to do this,
shouldn’t have to watch you lock yourself in your room.
That should be me not you,
I am the seventeen year old.
How old are you?
Why am I asking you that?
You should be asking me that.
You ask me what seventeen year old acts like this?
I am not seventeen, you are.
I am fifty two.
I am you and you are me.
My fists clench.
You want respect?
I am supposed to respect an unruly seventeen year old,
an unappreciative little brat who only concerns are of herself.
I don’t think so.
I’m the adult, you respect me.
My knuckles whiten.
Back away from my face,
and stop crying, do you see me crying?
Go ahead; repeat what you’ve been saying over and over again.
Do you hear me?
I don’t think you do.
Oh, but I hear you.
The neighbors hear you.
My eyes squint.
I know I am such a b****.
You hate me,
tell me that I am ruining your life.
Go ahead,
slam the door in my face one more time why don’t you?
I forgot,
you can do whatever you want.
I am only you daughter,
I am only seventeen.


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Milliee SILVER said...
on May. 31 2010 at 2:59 pm
Milliee SILVER, Knoxville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
In that basement we were exactly who we wanted to be, <br /> rock stars and poets, artists and designers. <br /> That basement was our haven <br /> because when we walked up those stairs <br /> we were just teenage kids again <br /> with dreams that were just too big.

I love your style of poetry. I love the way it flows, and although I can not relate, I understand this completely. 

on May. 31 2010 at 7:05 am
taintedannex GOLD, Hong Kong, Other
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Favorite Quote:
The truth is that at some point, everyone&#039;s going to hurt you. You just have to decide who&#039;s worth the pain.<br /> <br /> Some say having something to lose is what makes you vulnerable. I believe that having something to lose only makes you stronger.

Despite all the anger, it's beautiful. The story of a beautiful wreckage. I like that oxymoron ;) I love the emotions and I completely understand what you're saying. Fantastic job :)