"Twelve Years"

Twelve years isn't a very long time.
So surely, nothing can be established yet,
Though you think I'm a failure in life.
For life is a very long thing.
...So then, why have you decided mine's been wasted?
Why is it, that after only twelve years, I am to be perfect?
Don't tell me you're better; you've had way more time to be molded.
And I'm almost as good.
Yet, you say it's not good enough.
For my age? That's impossible!
Unless, of course...
I am to die young?

A/N: I am twelve! Honest!