Growing Up Sucks

My child eyes saw the hate instead of rainbows

My colorful doodles turned into grey multiplication worksheets

My dream on becoming a storyteller turned into finding a “real job”

My complains about the weird weather patterns turned into climate change

When i threw my trash on the grass, I saw the effects of it.

My love for cartoons turned into a laughing stock to my peers

My child eyes turned into a blurry mess, so now I wear two pieces

Of glass to see the clearer world.

And seeing the clearer world, it's a mess. It's not a paint mess.

It's a bloody mess.

Growing up sucks.

 

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