She's to Young to Think Like That

Dumb Classroom, dumb teacher, dumb kids, looking out my classroom window stearing blindly in the gray sky I hate living, I hate everyone, and The rain makes me tired. I can't wait to go home Why do they pick on me? They talk about me so badly class is over I'm walking in the rain I never look where I'm going I just look at the ground. Home is where the heart is but I feel like my home is in the sky every waking day I feel so distance from this place. I sit my backpack on the floor I go up stairs and close my door My Grandmother loves me but, how could that be enough?

she was occupying my mind spending lots of time keeping me from knowing the truth when I was suppose to be navie I already knew. My mother was on missions and my father was always gone you can hide nothing from me I know whats going on It's so hard to play with my toys and block it from my mind you can give me the world and I still won't be fine. I don't know how to be a child just because I know so much I been on earth for 8 years all through the rough so much pressure on one kid can be hard. I need a million "I love you's" to bandage my heart But now I see My grandmother means everything to me with a hug everyday I guess it would be ok I'll keep things to myself knowing what I know I rather be a child with thoughts and won't tell any adults cause they'll say I'am to Young to think like that.