Growing Up

Long days, long nights

The responsibility is all mine

Bills stacking as high as a kite

No end in sight

No more mommy by my side

I try my best to get by

When I was a kid, there were no worries

Just playing on the playground getting dirty

Now I’m in the big world

I have to be a big girl

All this stress just makes me want to hurl

Meetings, assignments, deadlines

Sometimes I just want to breakdown and cry

But I stand and remind,

myself that there will be better days

And this will fade

I stay focused on making A’s

Thoughts of my future keep a smile on my pretty face  

Slowly learning,

This world is not as I’ve been told

Finally accepting, that I’m getting old

This poem is about: 
Me

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