Inner Dinosaur vs. Middle Schooler

I miss you, self.
I miss the way you had not a care in the world.
I miss how you would jump and sing
You would laugh at the world
You didn't care what people thought.
You had friends
They liked you
You liked them.
Everybody liked you, self. They thought you were cute and nice.
But
That was three years ago.
Now I'm a middle schooler who talks about boys and clothes and, like, ew. 
I wish I wasn't. 
I try to break my shell.
The shell of all sixth, seventh, eight graders.
The shell of a dinosaur 
Who can't get out
And so all anyone sees is an egg with, maybe, a little pink ribbon around it. 
But inside
Is a brave, strong, daring person.
Maybe it's time to unlock my inner dinosaur.