It must be nice up there,
Upon your throne,
Your petty chair.
The world must look so small,
You could hold it in your hand--
Too bad you can't,
Other humans aren't meant to be
A pawn in your plan.
How dare you say checkmate?
The game never began.
Sure, I let you call some shots,
But you're not the king--barely a prince,
What a sham.
You shot your words,
Sometimes they'd graze my heart.
A bruise here, a scar there,
A secret tear hidden in the dark.
Should I apologize for my imperfections?
That I occasionally act my age?
I'll throw tantrums, I'll argue,
I'm seventeen, give me a break.
I don't know everything,
I wasn't born with Newton's brain.
I hit road blocks, I get stumped...
Sorry that I'm in your way.
You don't like this side of me, do you?
The side that'll question what you say.
Want to know a secret?
Feelings lie beneath my facade of old age.
So here's to new beginnings!
To a college that's across the state.
I hope you grow a little,
If not figuratively, then literally, at any rate...