Don't Grow Up
They told us not to grow up.
We told them we never would.
But secretly inside, we knew we probably should.
What do they know, we’d say.
They’re just a bunch of old folks whose lost all their hope.
Soon enough we’d realize we’re the ones that could barely cope.
I wanted to be a big girl, with a doctorates degree of course.
I hardly even knew what they did
After all I was just a kid.
Dream big and reach for the stars they’d say.
One day you’ll rule the world
And then reality hits and you’re stuck in a pit under the cold blanket all curled.
A pit of hatred a pit of judgment.
A pit filled with lost dreams.
A pit full of nothing less than death coated schemes.
Life will get better, the sun will come out.
At least that’s how it seemed.
But of course you knew not everything is as vivid as the sun’s brightest beams.
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