young at heart

I'm young at heart
Mostly when I'm torn apart.
Because I realize.
Though it's bad.
Ahead is blue skies.

I act like I'm fine.
Especially when I'm sore.
But I think
About good times.
And I don't sink.

I'm just silly.
It's a large part of me.
I'm young and wild
And free and happy
I'm just a child.

I don't want to grow up just yet.
But I shoot up like a jet.
I grow and grow.
As tall as a beanstalk.
But sometimes I just don't know.

Maybe I need to grow up.
Stop asking "Whazzup?"
And ask "How are you?"
Because I'll sound more mature.
Maybe that's what I'll do.

But I'm still young at heart.
I don't wanna grow up and sound like a tart.
Maybe if I act the part.
Then I'll mature
----->And won't get torn apart.