I'm only sixteen, and I'm only one girl.
I'm only a sister, and a daughter.
So stop looking at me, like I can fix the world.
Because I don't know much more than you.
Your older and wiser, or so the roles should be
But it was me who raised you, instead of you who raised me.
I watched over you, and learned the world to quickly.
But never quickly enough it seemed.
I'm only wiser then you, because I have an old soul.
I'm only younger then you, because that was my role.
I feel like Atlas when you look at me though.
I'm taking on the world, bearing it on my shoulders.
Because my heart was to grand, for me to sit back and watch.
Though I may be an old soul, I'm still young in heart.
If you could what pressure you put me under.
You'd back off in a second, and it would destory your heart.
Because for all of your burdens the ones you can't deal with,
I am the one to take them off your shoulders,
Because it feels like I am the only adult, in a child's world.
For every burden you have, my heart is scared, along with my back.
For every burden is lashes, for which I endure and hold up the world.
But I am no Atlas, for he is a man, and I am only one girl, he had gifts from the gods, I have no help from above, I am mortal.
And the weight of the world is killing me, crushing me slowly with your problems and issues.
When I try to walk away, I have discovered this ball and chain.
If I could break free, when I break free, please know that I love you.
But I am not Atlas, I can't fix your world, as much as I can mend my own heart.
Which you constantly break, with your disappointments in me, and your own.
I am only mortal, I am only a girl, A daughter, a sister, a child, a love, a human.
I can not be who you want me to be, a mother, a peace keeper, a mediator, a balance maker.
I am becoming broken, damaged, hurt by your lies, unknowing of trust, cut off.
Because I am no Atlas, I am no man of stone, and while I may not be made and cut of stone.
I can still crumble like one.
<3 you
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