When I Grow Up
When i was younger, i was amazed at how adults had jobs.
When i got my first job, i realized I had no idea what i was doing.
They put me at a desk and in front of the phone. I answer it.
As i got younger, i was amazed at how teenagers could drive and
When i got my first car, it was beat up and i had anxiety behind the wheel.
Now i’m 18 and i used to think that was synonymous with being “grown.”
Until I realized the “when i grow up” was stopping me from “i will”
When was i supposed to stop growing?
When was i gonna finally be “grown”?
When was i supposed to start being who i wanted to be when i was younger?
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