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The Power of Growing Up


It's no secret for us

That hormones monsters try to turned me into a jerk

Filled with interesting topics to discuss

With a unusual smirk

As I write this art

From my heart 

 

From wathcing explict imagery at night

To unrivial fury

These actions are hard for me to write

Without pleading remorse to the judge and jury

 

To me, if I could revisit my past

I could of make growing up less dramatic than what it seems

But at last

That is not my dream

 

In fact, growing up made me realize I was not a kid

I could be an teenager and understand what it means to be an adult

To rid

Myself of the unforunate result

Of a damaging future

 

 

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