Growing Up.

As I run across the living room floor,
My hand can barely reach the handle for the door,
My chubby hands reaching up to you,
Here comes the stench another change is due.

My tie is tight around my neck,
Quick,I grab the lunch box I mustn't forget,
Grapping the pencil in my hand,
Awaiting for the teachers command.

Aiming my barbie dolls at the bin,
Dotting cool tattos on my skin,
I'm past the stage of the cuddles,
I'm getting myself into all sorts of muddles.

Adolesence is in full swing,
I'm shouting and screaming at everything,
Whatever you say Im going to rebel,
I'll slam the door even if you'll yell.