Geri

and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking

"You're so mature!" 

They say to me, 

as they pinch my cheeks 

and hug me close. 

I scowl at them.

 I feel so odd.

 I'm young, but mentally old.

I'm still a kid