You\'re just too young, you don\'t understand.
A baby trying to walk and talk before she should.
Sit down, my sister tells me, a kneeling contradiction she is.
My mind won\'t stop him. He seeps through my screen, promising me the sweestest candy from the cheapest shops.
Am I feeling this? Is this what it is? Is my body aching for what it\'s never had?
I\'m just too young.
The older I grow, the questions pile.
I suppose I should wait for a big boy to climb through my life and teach me his world. Then leave after five fucking minutes in the back of his car.
Your not to young for that, little girl.