Sep 2018
I know that I come off as mature,
But don’t erase my life.
16 is far from 20
And 20 would make me a different person.
So please don’t invalidate my existence
By creating a new one in your head.
Treat me like a human
And please, treat me the way you think I should be treated, regardless of what number is attached to my being.
Don’t be an age eraser.
But don’t erase my life.
16 is far from 20
And 20 would make me a different person.
So please don’t invalidate my existence
By creating a new one in your head.
Treat me like a human
And please, treat me the way you think I should be treated, regardless of what number is attached to my being.
Don’t be an age eraser.
This poem doesn’t even make sense. It’s a jumbled up ramble of two of my most haunting insecurities;
People assuming my age (usually 18-20s) and then holding me up to some impossible standard of responsibility/maturity that they’ve created AND people judging me for my age/patronizing me/invalidating me when I tell them my age and I’m younger than what they thought (I’m 16 but I am “mature for my age”).
Don’t make me feel bad about my existence just because I’m different than what you think a 16 year-old should be.
People assuming my age (usually 18-20s) and then holding me up to some impossible standard of responsibility/maturity that they’ve created AND people judging me for my age/patronizing me/invalidating me when I tell them my age and I’m younger than what they thought (I’m 16 but I am “mature for my age”).
Don’t make me feel bad about my existence just because I’m different than what you think a 16 year-old should be.
