Glow-Up, Grow Up
I had never realized I was a teenager.
Being an adult came naturally after 10.
I regret having that mentality back then.
I realized I was an adult when I saw my her,
My mom, and realized I was a mirror.
I was becoming the adults I looked up to when seven.
The engineers, secretaries, and businessmen.
Now, being a teen is something I would prefer.
I now understand being told to keep my youth.
To stop and smell the flowers.
To keep my childlike wonder.
I now wish I could have been less uncouth.
Ignored the business of world powers.
And go out in the rain and liked the thunder.
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