I'm staring at the mirror
But I do not know this face
And I've got things to do
I have people on my back
Maybe another day I can come
And clean this glass
A mantra sang each new week
But never becomes real
Holding others needs
There's not much time left to feel
And maybe I don't want to
For that is when I'll crumble
The girl was raised on lightning
But the woman is now rubble
To be a casualty
In your own **** indecision
This is not the life at 13
I had envisioned
I hold a hand of uno
Not knowing this game was poker
I play all my best cards
And still I am the tables joker
I expected it to click
I thought I'd find my way
I dance around on quicksand
Mistaking it for clay
All that ever happens when I reach
Out for a hand
Is the drowning of another
I'm the siren of this land
I just wanted company
Misery knows best
I'm aiming to be happy
Yet I turn it all to mess
So I'll run the ******* vacuum
I'll wipe another spill
And I'll try again tomorrow
My head won't always be this ill

Have you heard the saying, 'Act your age'?
Well, doesn't that put us locked in a cage!
If we aspire to live by that adage,
Our lives may diminish and cause us to rage —

I used to be comforted by such things: that I could manage!
But with maturity and cheekiness, these sayings I now disparage.
Instead, I claim freedom and push the mileage
Out and away; rebellious, some might say - cringe!
I plumb my way through this crippled earth and pillage
All the fruits of life’s experiences: good, bad, and homage
I'll pay to the One who is the same today and throughout all the ages.