Andrassa

Too young to grow up Too old to be a child These feelings pent up For more than awhile… Too quiet to be noticed Too loud to be ignored With all in this life How can I be bored? Too thoughtful to give up Too selfish to care How much more of this pain Can my poor soul bare? Too blessed to be abused Too violated to feel free How in the world Could all of this happen to me? Too united to be missing Too lonely to be found I barely know what Makes my world go round… Too happy to ignore Too troubled to acknowledge How did I end up this way With all of my knowledge? Too creative to be ordinary Too dull to be unique… All of t