The people around me were at awe
At my level of maturity,
Though I knew not to take their silence
As an insult or backhanded praise,

“You are very mature for your age,”
They said to me time and time again,
Yet all words that came out of my mouth
Were met with scorn, or simply dismissed,

They would tell me I should not bother
With topics fit only for adults,
Only to scold me for not knowing
Anything 'bout their conversation,

I suppose that their words weigh nothing,
But somehow has power over me
As if they were the norm, truth, or law,
That I will take heart 'til end of days,

Adults would show...