I am Eighteen
I am Eighteen
And I think I know everything
I cannot wait to live alone
How come I cannot have
A job already
What if I never
Pick a major
And I am still waiting
Just to be grown
My home doesn't seem like home
I am better off alone
Suppose I never make friends my age
Who will remember me
There is too much I desire
But so far till I get there
And I am still waiting
Just to be grown
No one can comprehend
I do not feel how I should
I can not control
All my aspirations
I am fourteen
How am I supposed to conquer the world with braces?
I have all this time
I don not know how to use
I need to stop and live
And I am still waiting
Just to be grown
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