I wrote this poem a while ago, seems like when I was 15. I thought it'd be a fitting post around the time my twenties are about to begin. Stop whining to play on the swing, to slide down the slide, laughing through the wind. You're too old for it this time, Act Your Age. You still wanna play pretend? What a weirdo, If you choose to do that, I'm not gonna be your friend, Act Your Age. "Too old to play with toys now!" I don't know who defined that. I just wanted to buy that plushie-cat. Contary to my belief, however, now one must Act Your Age. Why does she still dress like a child? With her friends, she still runs wild. Put that down, You must study now, You're in high school, you must Act Your Age. Whoever said this, however, and most of the time, it is my brain forgot the most basic thing, the ever so simple thought. While one is 15 they're also 12,10,8, and 5, are they not? And so if I ever hear this again, from others or my own head, I'll tel...