Twenty Eight

In eleven days
I will turn twenty eight
People will say Happy Birthday
To put a smile on my face

In the eyes of the world
I am not an old maid
But inside this body
Inside this mind
I feel so utterly decayed 

I have lived more in these years
Than most do in a lifetime
I have seen more things
Than anyone should have to
With these scarred memories of mine

I know my parents tried their best
To raise me the way they should
But there were so many things 
I was too young to know
Things no child ever should

I grew up faster
I learned things too soon
I discovered many secrets
Most parents hide from here to the moon

No child
Should ever feel
Like they have to choose... 
Because no matter what they feel
They lose.

Twenty eight years seems enough to me
There doesn't seem to be a point
To prolong this insanity

Twenty eight years can be a long time
Not for everyone, but maybe
It's been long enough for me
 
Something is changing in the air
I can feel it in my gut
In my heart, and in my mind
I can never seem to shut
It out of my head for too long
Before it comes back
Telling me something's wrong

Prepare myself for what is to come.
My life will end at twenty eight
And not by my own hand
But of universal fate .

The year is two thousand and twelve
And they say the end is near
The end of what? 
I don't know
But I know we shouldn't fear

Twenty eight on the twenty eighth 
That is what this year brings to me
A golden day, a lucky day,
My star birthday
Or at least that's what they say

All I know is what I feel
And if what I feel 
Is at all real,
Then twenty eight years
Is good enough for me.