Take my hand lead me along,

For I just can’t do it alone,

No I just don’t have what it takes,

To make this ending a nice clean break,

Stop me from saying so,

Tell me I’m not old enough to know,

Say that I don’t feel as deep as you do,

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally believe you;

No I don’t experience what I feel,

I can’t visualize the future,

Just too happy, in total denial,

I don’t know what happens in my head,

For I’m just too young,

I’m just weak willed,

No thoughts or ideas of my own,

And if you keep saying it to me,

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll actually listen;

I’m always wrong, you’re always right,

I have to make-up, promise no more fights,

And when it happens again, I have to agree,

That it’s all my fault, that’s all it can be,

Because I’m younger than you,

And complaining is all that I do,

For you’re so hard done by,

And too easily I cry,

For I can’t experience anything without your say,

And maybe, just maybe, if you wise up, I’ll stay.

-By Jessica Holder (aka Christine Connla)