I have a strong temptation just to stop writing these. No-one actually seems to like them and they just fail...but here's another one I wrote a while ago:
ONLY 11, ONLY A KID
I'm only 11, I'm only a kid.
Why shouldn't they call me stupid?
After all, my life is only a game.
Why should they ever take the blame?
I sometimes wish I was older.
Sometimes wish I was like my friends.
I sometimes wish I could just be normal.
Normal, like all the kids I know.
I sometimes wish I'd got what I wanted.
Well I have, but not in the form I wanted.
I know I can't get everything,
But it seems I can't get anything...
I DON'T UNDERSTAND...MYSELF
It started off when I was only four,
Little more than one metre tall.
It hasn't ended, and now I'm eleven
It was there when I was five, six, seven.
I always knew it, but I didn't understand
Why am I different? Am I different?
Is it an illusion that I'm not the same?
Or am I just escaping the blame?