I remember when I was a child I was so ready to grow up. Despite every adult telling me " don't grow up so fast". But now I only have a couple months until the world is my responsibility. I start to think that I should have listened. If life is hard now what is it to become? I beg to question why I am so worried about a number when I have been an adult my entire life. I learned to cook, clean, live at an age so young that I should be used to that life by now. Am I really worried about growing up or am I worried that the burdens of older voices will cave apon me " do this do that" " you can't do it like that you have to do it this way". I believe that I am more scared of what my elders have to say about me then because now, I am just a pawn. I am " so mature for my age"
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Glue Bound Glass
PoetryA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
