Sorry I'm not allowed to have a personality till I'm an adult
Not allowed to like and dislike things that you don't
I can't have opinions till I'm grown
Living under my own roof all on my own
Cant be original
Can't like the non traditional
I've got to be a carbon copy
Not allowed to be my own body
Sorry I'm not allowed to have my own routines
I must do what they did the only right way, as it seems
I can't be interested in new
Stick with what's old even if it's not true
Not allowed to be unique
I've got to do what's been done over and over repeat
They say school killed the artist and the creative
But I walked into school brain cleaned with an eraser
Sorry I'm not allowed to have secrets or any privacy
That's an adult ideology
It's not meant for those
Still controlled
Not allowed to keep things to myself
I don't even belong to me, forget anything else
Self care is greed
And wanting things for me
Must think of them all before
I'm selfish if I put me first
Sorry I'm not allowed to defend myself
Till I've moved out
I must let them walk all over me
Forced to stay quietly
About things till I'm gone
Don't know when that'll happen how long
Sorry I'm not allowed to explain
My pain
I'm too young to have any anyways
Melancholy fills all the grown up’s days
Not for the little ones the adolescents
Meant for the elders in need of antidepressants
thank you for reading <3