Do you ever feel paper thin?
Like everyone knows what you’re thinking
Even before you’re thinking it.
Do you ever feel naïve?
Like you’re the baby of them all
Even though you’re the oldest.
My parents say I’m mature
Others say I’m sensible for my age
But sometimes I just want to fit in
Sometimes I wish I could be like them.
Spontaneous, irrevocably careless
Confident in my stupidity
Never looking back.
Isn’t it ridiculous?
I know it is- don’t lie.
Yet I’m seeing birds flying, falling
While I sit in my cage asking why.