<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Old Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m not like other children my age.<br>The children my age are precarious fools, <br>Whose actions are unjustified.<br>I don’t understand why they do as they do, <br>But oh, children will be children, will they not? <br>I’ve now gained the nickname of ‘mother’<br>Because I see them hurt each other for no reason, <br>And I’ll always step in to tell them to stop.<br>I hear them spread rumours, <br>And I don’t believe a word they say.<br>I’m implicated about their futures, <br>As if they care about their futures.<br>All of the foolish teens are in agony, <br>So despite their absurdity I try to help.<br>They only stab me in the back in the end.<br>I don’t understand the children my age, <br>They are cruel, unsophisticated and hostile.<br>They hold such pain, yet they cause that pain in others. Why? <br>I hold pain and it only makes me want to erase any pain in others.<br>Why would having pain make you want to upset others? <br>I’m only fourteen yet somehow I’m older than those who are sixteen, <br>They’re little children who know so little about the world, compared to me.<br>I don’t understand them enough to befriend them, so I’m lonely<br>And the adults don’t enjoy being friends with a child like me.<br>Looks are deceiving; I feel like a cognizant ancient.<br>I try my best but I’ll never understand any of them, <br>It won’t happen; I’m not as old as I feel, I am stuck being an old soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lenore+Lee">Lenore Lee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447099" data-title="An Old Soul de Lenore Lee" data-description="I’m not like other children my age. The children my age are precarious fools, Whose actions are unjustified. I don’t understand why they do as they do, But oh, children will be children, will they not? I’ve now gained the nickname of ‘m..."></div> </div> </div>

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