Five but a hundred and two

He’s Changed me, even though I’m cold Even though I’m young,I feel a thousand years old My thoughts have aged me to a hundred and three Even though I was just being,well,me I havent matured one bit in my love for a boy I don’t blush and flirt,I’m brutish and play with them like toys But how do I mature even though I’m this age? How do I know when my drama suitable for a stage? Iv had a crush for almost two years It’s strange cause’ everytime our eyes meet I turn red in the ears He has no idea of my feelings,for iv never told anyone before And sometimes I dream of him knocking at my door Blushing and nervous he asks me for a date And I smile and say,of course but don’t be late But of course I wake up and realize and see I’m five years old,but still one hundred and three