Too Young

I rack my young brain for answers.

Forming opinions

From the experiences I've got.

It's not easy being here

When half the country is against you.

It's hard to make your judgments

With each side

Spewing lies,

Destroying the process

With their infantile games.



I watch the news,

Heated by debate

And fueled by anger.

Half saying the other is misinformed,

While both of them lie,

Like little children

Haggling for candy.

Cheating, shouting and whining again.

No matter the outcome

The pettiness won't end.

Impassioned, yes

But passion misplaced.

To stand against the populace

But not to be attacked,

Is to stand silent, not heard.



Eighteen years

Is eighteen years too young

For such a decision, some say

Yet you're the ones

Who deny others

Their sacred right

You bully, you tattle and you brag

Like kids on a playground

Playing too rough



But I'm to one who is too young.