⋆｡°✩dragons are real, don't exist.✩°｡⋆

I get told I'm childish a lot
Something about me seems so young to people
I bring stuffed animals to school and talk about sharks
Something about that puts me below
Interests and actions I do are seen as a sign that something is out of place
"I used to know someone who was childish like you, she was the worst."
"You just seem like you'd like that."
"your personality is just kinda young."
Maybe I'm compensating
When I was young I was alone
alone and lonely
Told I was an old soul
Mature for my age
trustworthy
The child adults left to look over other children
But now I am small
someone who needs to move on
annoying traits grow like mold
choking me like all the legos I swallowed
So old yet so young
Playing with bugs as the smell of smoke fills my lungs
All the cuts from the cracked porcelain of dolls
Marbel towers filled with medication
I grew up fast
Yet my imagination stayed
those sharks still swim around my room
and in the pool gutters
fairies still live in trees drinking out of flowers
My stuffed animals have feelings
and action figures move around at night
dragons are real
and I don't need to exist