Teenagers Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

According to you I have more experience than a toddler but less experience than you. According to you I'm too young to understand but too old not to. According to you I'm too immature for my own good but I'm too mature to be human. So what makes these things true? I may not have gone through war but I have gone through hell. Don't you say I don't have enough experience to know what pain is. You don't know my definition of pain, love, hate, or sadness. You are right I haven't had your experiences but you haven't had mine. Don't tell me I'm being rebellious when you did the same things when you were my age. You snuck out and had fun with that boy you liked. Probably experimented with more things than just drugs. I'm not with these people that I call friends because you don't like them. Don't tell me I'm too old to still have dolls when those you once held dearly are still in the attic from when you were a child. Don't tell me I'm too young to know what is happening to my body. I need to know these things to stay healthy not to fool around with the next person that drives by. Don't tell me I'm immature when my friends make 'inappropriate' jokes they aren't me. Don't tell me I'm to mature to play with little kids. Those are my nieces.

This is a work in progress please help me!