Book Of Poetry

Thirteen

Why is it like this

So dark inside

And we're sent looking

For the light

Why is it like this

So very gloomy

So many tears shed

And our eyes so dreary

We are so young

It's just not fair

To feel this way

I do declare

We are so young

Why are we so down

We should be smiling and laughing

Instead of wearing a frown

We're forced to grow up

And left with an empty meaning

Our childhood is gone

And so is the meaning

We're forced to grow up

Thinking of knives so clean

And heavy rope nooses

And we're only thirteen

-Ashtin Dee Harrison