Too Young

They say I'm too young for their company,
That all their conversations and thoughts are over me.
They have been through this or experienced that.
I'm just a sheltered child or a spoiled little brat.
They know who they are and they 've been where I'm at.

They are either my big sister or my pushy brother,
My doting father or my loving mother.
It's just so brilliant that everybody knows,
Just exactly where I'm supposed to go.
But really, what happens, now that I've grown?

I'm still their little project,
Their shy plant to feed,
Their crying dog to walk,
Their lost soul to lead.

I'll never be their age or be wise enough,
To escape this cell and break free from their cuffs.
I'm their little girl with too sharp of a tongue,
Always the one to watch over,
The one who is forever too young.