In Between

I’m a little overgrown 
But to this world I still am green
Neither fresh nor am I wisened
Somewhere deeply in between

I’d like to say experience 
Has led me to be smarter
But every time I trip
I seem to fall a little harder

My heart has grown three sizes
Like in Seuss’s children’s tale
But my chest just can’t contain it
So I’m sure my heart will fail

Now my eyes see colors brighter
And my fingers seem to burn
With the touch of every body
And my stomach seems to churn

And I’d like to be grown up now
And to never grow at all
And to look a little older
Though I know I won’t be tall

And I’d like to leave my city
But I’ll take my parents with me 
‘Cause my mommy thinks I’m pretty
And she’ll catch me when I fall