Grown too quick,
Maham Jamil
With my fingernails engraved into my skin,
The toys in my hand are bleeding too,
For some pieces of win,
Was I the only one stuck in fantasies?
Fiddling in some pretty clothes.
I can’t touch the sky,
But the stars feel near,
In an awkward place,
I am stuck somewhere in between,
For the fire doesn’t burn my skin,
But nor does the ice send shivers to me,
I am stuck somewhere in between,
Cause my dreams seem so far,
But the future so near,
I am stuck somewhere in between,
Cause they say I am old to do it all,
But too young to know it all.
Children of Age
