Growing up

The freedom of being young 

may never come again 

when you didn’t have to watch your tongue 

because “kids will be kids”

 

responsibilty begins to fall in your lap

life altering decisions 

make you feel like you’re in a trap

oh, how you wish to be young again 

 

How do we stop it from happening?

can we pause time for just a minute longer?

how fast we must grow up is saddening 

life is now weighing on our shoulders 

 

By a certain age

we must meet a certain criteria 

but I’m not ready 

my fears are in the years ahead of me 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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