Ever feel like screaming yourself blue
Why is it that’s something we can’t do
Unless we’re two
It’s not like life gets easier
It’s not like life slows down
Age doesn’t prove that it’s better to wear a fake smile
Than it is to express an honest frown
So why can’t I tantrum and cry my eyes out
Why do I have to stay quiet when I want to shout?
Just because I’m almost 38
It’s not like things are easier
It’s not like life has slowed down
Age doesn’t mean I’m immune to my own emotions
Maturity is overrated
Ever feel like you’re caged by your age
Ever feel like you’re confined to a stage
And that deviating is somehow childish
It’s not like life gets easier
Maybe if we tantrum together it will be more acceptable???
I’ve missed your poetry. It’s good to be back. =)
Shady! I’ve missed you, so glad to see you back. Thanks, and why not…it might not be more acceptable but it would certainly be a lot more fun.
Eek – I forget that you are so young sometimes! Yes, you – young!!
Tantrum away my friend.
Cate – Thanks for the reminder! It’s easier for me to feel older than I am. And I think I will, thanks!
Love it! I’ll join in your tantrum if you’ll join me for my nervous breakdown?
Lisa – Thanks. And you got it!
I say go ahead & have a fit
I’m 23, which I guess is pretty young, but I can throw a tantrum like a three year old. Actually, better. I just had one in Future Shop the other day, ahaha.
Thanks JM – I’d say 23 is pretty young. That’s the thing, I’m way better at tantrums now but I’m not allowed to throw them…how is that fair?