Trying, Wishing, Hoping

I try to be mature
I try to be strong
I try to seem like I know what I’m doing
But I don’t.
At fifteen, there’s only so much wisdom
At fifteen, that wisdom gets disregarded
At fifteen, I try to convince people I have a lot of it
But I don’t.
I wish life was simple
I wish thinking about decisions came easy
I wish “expectations” was an unheard word
But it’s not.
I try not to get carried away with feelings
At fifteen, I hope I don’t over think things
And I wish I wouldn’t care so much about any of this
But I do.