"When others say I'm too young to understand,
I wish I'd listened, for they've walked the land.
They know the path of confusion and despair,
The weight of depression, the sting of anxious care.

Mom, I hear your concerns, but I've made up my mind,
I cannot be the person you design.
Now, I'm lost in thought, scrolling through my phone,
Depression clouds my brain, anxiety pulses through my bones.

I see now why adults doubt my youthful views,
Believing I'm too young to grasp life's complexities and blues.
Too young to ponder love, work, and mortality,
Too young to overthink, to question reality.

But here I am, trapped in this whirlwind of thought,
A young soul struggling to find solace, to be caught.
In the chaos of growing up, I'm searching for my way,
Through the darkness of doubt, toward a brighter day."


© allyssa galban