Grown Up

I am left with frustration 

after leaving everything to my imagination. 

I thought nothing mattered 

but now I am beaten and battered. 

I could not wait to grow up

only to realize the world is corrupt. 

I am jealous of the boy I once was

the one unable to see all the flaws... 

Then again, change is expected 

and really, there is no method. 

Despite sitting with fear 

I look forward to every year. 

And as much as I would like to stay in the past 

time would quickly surpass. 

So this is to growing older 

I don't want it to be over.