People say we look alike.
I hate the way they stare when they think I’m you.
I’ve heard the rumors, the whispers.
It wasn’t your fault, but you don’t know that you’ve been wronged.
You were fourteen; it wasn’t okay for them to ask those things.
I haven’t been hurt like you,
But I bear your face and feel their stares.
And for that, I will always want to apologize for.
Breaking down and growing up can be read as the same thought.
I used to dream about being 16.
All the things I would do, all the love I'd feel.
16 was an escape from 12.
I didn't need to be 16 though.
I think Now that I am all I needed was to be happy at 12
I'm just a kid that lost four years
Not a girl who grew
Not a girl who got away
I'm just a kid that swept it under the rug and ran away
The pit just gets deeper every day
I don't want to be 16 anymore
I want to be 12
My hair looks nice today
My makeup is pretty
My outfit is cute
My body looks good
So why did I sit alone
I know I'm not pretty
I know I'm not smart
I know I'm not funny
I know I'm not strong
I know I'm not her
I know I'm not good
But I actually thought you could have liked me or spoken kindly to me today
June Fearing is a 14-year old military brat who lives in a military base in Germany and who writes poems in her free time.
