They say I’m old enough to vote,
Old enough to date,
Old enough to graduate,
Old enough to know right from wrong.
I’m old enough to move out,
Old enough to make my own decisions,
Old enough to have a say,
Old enough to be take care of myself.
But they turn around and say I’m too young to be so serious,
Too young to know what real hurt is like,
And far too young to be this messed up.
A Rambler In Bloom 