What Now ?
What now ? Is the question.
Do I seem ready for this ?
It looks difficult each year that goes by
and I don’t understand what might happen next.
I have to learn knew things and start to get ready
for the upcoming future.
Grow up ? I don’t want to grow up.
It’s terrifying and it’s hard to face reality.
What surrounds you, it is what you’re becoming.
“Just be yourself”, is what everybody says
but who is actually theirselfs ?
Why do you have to put on another face when you
are with someone else ?
Why do you have to act like your happy if inside you’re
dying and can’t find a way out ?
Thats part of growing up, trying to face reality
everyday but at the same time make it a happy environment for you
What now ? That you’re alone.
Who is going to help you grow ?
Tried to live every minute of your life,
since we are almost running out of time.
We were made to live,
but didn’t know what was in with in.
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