Somewhere In Between

When I was a kid they said I was too old.
My eyes were haunted
they called me an old soul.
The other kids laughed, and smiled, and played,
and I stayed up at night, haunted by a dream.

Then one day I'm grown and I'm too immature.
I'm stuck in the past and don't plan for my future.
I cover my head and hide from the monsters
tell myself it's not real
it's long since been over.

I'm stuck in between
in this half grown half child mind.
The Doc says it's trauma
but I've known nothing else.
Too mature to be a child
Too childish to be mature.
So I'll forever be five, and fifty,
and somewhere in between.