days fly by

I may be young,
But I still need to be heard.
I have my own voice,
I have my own words.
You should know,
You were my age once.
But we both know, 
Those days are gone.
Not because of age,
No, not at all.
You were made to grow up to fast,
And you followed stress's beckoning call.
But why?
You didn't understand.
Where's the lightbulb gone?
The lightbulb in my lamp.
We saw it flickering,
But thought nothing of it.
But we should have,
Because our minds are now candle lit.
Like I said, 
Days fly by.
I can't remember some of my childhood,
I wonder why.