'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

No apologies

You be scrolling through my reads, and feed,
Wishing your life was mine,
And mine, yours.

You accuse me of being proud,
But it is just your insecurity screaming,
Now i am left to wonder what it is silent on.

Crazy how many 'friends' determined to pull you back or keep you still,
And then make you feel guilty,
For climbing a ladder that you hoped they'd follow you on.

Hopefully, one day you shall see the light,
Or not!
But either way, by then,
I'mma be long gone.