I'm the only girl
Out of 3 children
I'm the youngest
Of my family
But I'm not a little girl
I am 17 years old
So stop pushing me around
Like I'm a child
I'm not a little girl
You can't tell me what to do
And expect me to blindly follow
You can't lead me around
Like I'm in need of guidance
Stop trying to hold my hand
Like you would when I was little
And would cross the street
It's true I'm not an adult
But that doesn't mean I'm not a little girl
I don't need your constant supervision
I need to make my own mistakes
Not make up for yours
Not pay for theirs
I'm not a little girl
So stop treating me like one

Something warm on a cold day
The kind words that people say
A hug when you're feeling sad
Calming thoughts when you're mad
Going somewhere fun with friends
Something you wish would never end
Something has no true meaning
What can make someone dull or gleaming
Something different for every one
Something that's vaster than the sun

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.
That's what I believed when I was young
But now that's not true at all.
True sticks and stones can break my bones
But words hurt so much deeper.
Wounds inflicted by sticks and stones can be easily understood
But wounds done by words are more complex.
When you use sticks and stones you know you're causing damage
But when using words you don't know if what you're saying really hurts.
So really it should be sticks and stoles may break my bones
But those wounds heal so much faster.

I'm sorry
I've been a bad daughter
I'm sorry
I made our reationship bad
I'm sorry
It's my fault
I'm sorry
I only ever think of myself
I'm sorry
I don't help you as much as I should
I'm sorry
I stress you out
I'm sorry
I don't act the way you want me to
I'm sorry
I don't think of your feelings
I'm sorry
I put up a wall
I'm sorry
if I've ever hurt you
I'm sorry
I'm bitter
I'm sorry
I don't know how to fix this
I'm sorry
I couldn't just say this out loud

I tend to write a lot of poetry
For the simple reason it camls me
Onto the paper my feelings fall
From happiness to anger I express it all
Fluent in words they be not
Listen to much and your ears might rot
I write what I like and like that I do
And if you don't like its to bad for you

I read and write to ignore the pain
I cry when its stormy so all you see is rain
I feel nothing but empty inside
And I have no idea where my true feelings reside
Maybe they're locked deep inside my chest
I think leavening them there would be the best
If I unlock them and set 'em free
I wonder what will become of me?
This feeling is no where near new
And yet still have no idea as what to do

"Sticks and stones may break my bone but words can never hurt me"
Took me awhile to see what ******* this can be
Sticks and stones may break my bones yes that's very true
But the one who taught me the pains of words was undoubtedly you
I didn't know this from the start
But words can break my heart
A broken bone can heal pretty fast
But a broken heart proves to last