Happy Birthday To Me...

According to these papers,
I was born upon this day.
I'm "officially" one year older
but I just don't feel that way...

According to these numbers,
I turn seventeen today
I'm practically an adult now
and yet... I still don't feel that way...

I feel...
I feel like I'm six
insignificant and small...
except now there's no-one left here
to catch me when I fall

I feel...
I feel like I'm eight
sensitive and shy...
even now a single comment
is enough to make me cry

I feel...
I feel like I'm ten
too quick to give out trust...
excep now i've learned to grab whoever's left
before they leave me in the dust

I feel...
I feel like i'm twelve
my light's begun to flicker...
tired of people never listening
so I learned to talk a little quicker

I feel...
I feel like I'm 14
afraid and unsure...
hating the way I look and act
walking through life so insecure

I feel...
I feel like I'm sixteen
and i've begun to fade away...
walking through life with my shoulder's hunched
and crying more and more everyday

Go ahead, tell me I'm seventeen
you might believe that to be true
but inside...
i'm still a lonely little girl...
trying to fix herself...
with a bottle of glue...