I thought being an adult meant freedom. Not constantly trying to hold your head above water. The tight grip the waves have on your body while you flail your arms gasping for air.
I thought being an adult meant happiness. Not digging yourself down rabbit holes on how life could be better. Constantly comparing yourself to others your age. How do they constantly have their nails done when I can't afford it? How do they laugh when all I want to do is cry?
I thought being an adult meant success. Not getting one step forward just to be pushed two steps back. Limbs growing tired and achy as if you've run a marathon. Losing motivation to get up in the morning.
I thought my life would be better as an adult, instead of the scared little girl who didn't know right from wrong.
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PoetryFor those of you into poetry, I am just beginning. This will be a collection of poems of all kinds about love, life, and moving on. There may be random pieces that I throw in that are about anything but enjoy!
