Hard Time Growing

[For my brother]

I have lived two childhoods,
But I am not yet a man,
My bones are 14, but I am 19,
You may look at me, but I won't really be seen,
My rough beard is finally growing,
My manner is getting more easygoing,
But it has been a long time coming,
Going nowhere yet still running,
Not the right size,
Not really one of the guys,
I may not be in a wheelchair,
But my disability is still there,
People mock without knowing,
That I have had a hard time growing,
Pituitary all tiny and beaten,
Not my fault I am weakened,
Soon I will be a full-grown man,
Maybe even have wife called Ann,
Is it too much to ask the world,
To live a normal life untold?
Now I can pat my sisters head,
And finally push her around instead,
Nothing will take it - I am who I am,
Everything else be stuffed and damned.