Grown Up
I still get excited over little things,
like chocolate,
rollercoasters,
and stuffed animals.
I have trouble paying bills,
making phone calls,
and staying focused.
I don't feel like I've grown up.
But I've stopped being a kid.
I've seen too much,
heard too many words,
stood my own ground.
I don't think it was one defining moment that changed me.
But,
I still do eveything I can,
to keep believing.
Even though I'm more mature,
and now have responsibilites,
ever since I stepped into the world,
I've known I'll never fully grow up.
But I don't think anyone ever does.
Not really.
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