I wish I were an adult,

Why, why, why?

Well, well, well, I say.

This is because all adults

Are not discriminated for speaking out or

Protesting, they can do whatever they want.

Why, can I not grow up?

But for us, we want to mature quickly to understand,

But also to be adored for our silly mistakes.

It is a shame how I feel old and young at the same time;

I speak maturely, but my mind is weak.

Why, can I not grow up?

I want to be as young as the start of earth, but know how it feels

To be as wise as the eldest trees of the forests.

I know that slowly soft skin will turn into leather,

My blonde locks to a darker shade,

But I want to experience so much more.

Why, can I not grow up?