I'm not a child anymore,
I can do it on my own.
I'm not an adult yet,
I can't drive myself to school.
I need to express myself,
Were your bell-bottoms so mush better,
than my flannel?
I like this kind of music,
What's wrong with it?
I'm not a "model child,"
So what's were you?
I'm not like everyone else,
You needed to have your own
identity, too
You're too overprotective,
Did you think I'd get mugged at the
mall with eight other people?
I need my privacy.
The "knock, Please" sign on my doors is
there for a reason
I'm not trying to leave home,
I just need my space
You underestimate me,
I can choose good friends without help.
Please try to understand
I'm not like you, I'm like me!
By Wendy
Greenbaum
I will have more of my GREAT poems on here soon... so keep your pants on....
If you want me to put one of your poems on here please e-mail me at greenbau@erols.com or krazychik@oocities.com or gidget1234@hotmail.com I will give you FULL credit.....
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