Too Young For This
I am only ten, close to eleven, and the world, it fair weighs me down,
On and in my head, I wear it with dread, just like a thorny crown.
My life is in chaos, no order for me, no love and kind words to secure my mind.
I can’t settle in anything, never mind school, so the world it just leaves me behind.
So how do I survive, in this uncaring world, where love is a reality for others,
I push to the front, I smash and I punch, control my sisters and brothers.
Be the hard man at school, nobodys fool, but really I am so scared inside,
I spit and I swear, do what few would dare, in my head I just want to hide.
Push those that want to help me away, be defiant each day, and have the very last word of a row.
But who do I trust, in this world so unjust, what path can I choose, or know how?
I just want my mum, deep down I know she won’t come, but it troubles my heart all the same.
I push it out my mind, let anger out unbound, and as usual, just me takes the blame.
To help me, you’ll need to be tough, cos I am gonna put bumps in your way,
If you answer the call, be in for the long haul, I will test your commitment each day.
A caring hand on the shoulder and, as I grow older, maybe some thorns will fall from the crown,
But for now…I am only ten, close to eleven, and the world, it fair weighs me down.