22 years old

22 years old

A Poem by illiterate poet
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I'm still a mess

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I'm 22 years old,
but I have an old soul
I grew up having to be strong.
You see, my mother is a soul soldier
at heart,
but she too sometimes fell apart

I'm sitting in a foreign country far from home,
helping 30 year old with burdens.
I never chose to be that person everyone goes to,
but I am

I am 22 years old,
struggling to find my soul
It went as far as writing poems

I'm 22 years old and I am angry at the world
for making me old,
but then again, I can't blame anyone
but myself see.
I chose to be a green tree
in a city of willows

It's hard not to get swallowed.
I am 22 years old and have an old soul
but never will I be shallow

© 2016 illiterate poet


Author's Note

illiterate poet
Newbie, doing this purely for my sanity

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I know how this feels

all i can say
ten years from now
you will look at this so differently
growing up too fast makes you hold a great deal of empathy

having an old soul
is a step a way from wisdom
a treasure

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on April 17, 2016
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Tags: being strong, old soul, newbie, learning