8: Being Twelve

8: Being Twelve

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Preteens

Being Twelve

You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one.

~James A. Froude

What’s my name, who am I?
Why don’t I feel I belong?
Why are there pimples on my face?
Why are my legs so long?

Why are the boys still shorter than me,
And why am I so tall?
When will I understand these things?
Maybe sometime next Fall?

My little brother thinks I’m great,
Big sister thinks I’m small.
She says my worries in life are dumb,
That they don’t matter at all.

The boy I have a crush on,
He looked my way today!
I almost said hello to him,
But my brain got in the way!
Mom says that I’ll grow out of this.
Dad tells me to be strong.
I’m not a kid, but I’m not a teen,
Why does this feel so wrong?

There’s the girl who is so pretty,
She’s the leader of the pack.
There’s the nerd who solves equations,
And his friend, the quarterback.

I wish I could be just like them,
With something of my own,
Something I’d be good at,
Besides talking on the phone.

They say, “Someday you’ll miss it,”
They say, “Being twelve is fun.”
So I guess I’ll just enjoy it,
’Cause at thirteen, I’ll be done!

~Kimberly Winget

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