Peter Pan

Overdeveloped kids make underdeveloped adults;
I used to wear it on my shirt like a trophy, when people would say I’m an old soul.

I wish I could go back and rip it off my sleeve;
Give myself toys to play with instead of carrying burdens on my shoulders I was too weak to hold.
It gave me a false sense of strength; I never seemed to learn it was a strain on my bones.

It’s not that I grew up too fast, it’s that I have always been this grown.
Age is not a concept for me; I don’t believe how old I am.
Being old means I was once young,
being old means I can look back and laugh at when I was dumb,
being old means there is an inner child’s dreams to look forward to.

But what does it mean to be grown with ever growing; I’ve always been like this.
I still feel like a kid because I never grew up, I never thought I had to.
I was an overdeveloped child, the makings of an underdeveloped and lost adult.

People used to tell me ‘I was too mature for my age’; it became my personality and now I am just my age with no identity.
I am just a girl who wishes she spent a little longer playing with toys.
Children who go through too much, grow up too much.
It’s a shame because when those children grow up, the child that stays in them is barely developed.

I am the opposite of Peter Pan;
stuck in an outside world,
no memories of Neverland.