maturity by force.

Imagine a medicine that has side effects that never wear off.
Imagine an illness that never goes away.
Imagine a re-occurring nightmare that, when you wake up, turns out to be reality.
Imagine an undying sadness in the corner of your mind.
Imagine gravity forcing itself upon you.

And you have no control.

Try to tell me you understand; I'll only believe you if you really do.
Try to help me laugh it off; you just don't get that this is a scar. Putting a band aid on it will only cover it up, never heal it.

On the bright side, I'm okay. I can live my life normally. I can smile, laugh. I am content. I have learned a lot.
I have been callused.
I don't cry as easily as I used to; the only thing that can really get me going is this. I'm much closer to GOD. I'm a harder worker. I will take my sweet time to find the guy that The Lord has planned for me; never throw myself at a guy like some girls at my school might. I am not as naive as some girls my age. I have maturity by force. My opinion wasn't asked, gravity has taken it's toll on me.
But I'm still standing.