All Grown Up(?)

I was a high-school freshman

freshly single, emotionally messy.

Then I was a sophomore

more-or-less, and I thought I'd found my Bessie.

Junior year rolled by

dropping off responsibilities.

Finally, it was senior year.

I learned about tax liabilities.

Had I grown up already?

Nnah

I was a college freshman

working for fuel, food, education.

Then I was a sophomore,

struggling with socialization.

Was this adulthood?

Mmaybe

Something fragile broke apart

between me and my high-school sweetheart.

School and work fill my summer

but my life is not a bummer.

I live at home

working hard on this poem.

 I am content with my life,

with the ease and the strife.

I am happy to be all grown up.