Realization Panic

My breath caught in my lungs
I furrowed my brow
I bit my tongue
And I thought, "How?"
I was scheduled to work
Almost 40 hours
Wanna stab my eyes with a fork
My mouth tasted sour
How is this allowed?
I am a minor-
My mind was in a shroud
I was a liar
I am actually a legal adult
With TWO bills
This brought me to a halt
Do I need to write a will?
Work was now a necessity
And no longer for fun
This truth nagged incessantly
What has time done?
I looked away from my schedule
Went to work the front counter
Is this new responsibility federal?
A man came up, a flirter
And it hit me
Not only was I a grown up
I looked like one too, and he could see
He smiled and said, "Sup?"
He was older than my father
Said he'd wrap me up like a bow
And before he went farther
I violently shook my head no

This poem is about: 
Me

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