Not All It's Cracked Up To Be

When I was little, I wanted to be a grown up

I wanted to be big and tall.

I wanted to make my own decisions

I wanted to have it all.

I would wait for milestones to pass

First double digits, then teenager, then my sweet sixteen.

Oh how I longed for the day where I would be grown

And not have to worry about one single thing.

And then I got a job, starting to pay for things myself

Just had to do my taxes, and learning society’s rules.

I remember that being a kid was much easier

And my only job was going to school.

My eighteenth birthday is next week

And I will be the adult I always dreamed to be.

If I could speak to my younger self

I would tell her that being grown isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.