They say it never gets easier.
At last, I finally understand
From the giddy laughter bubbling out
To the tears slipping away
Only hours later.
Only, that's not the worst part.
Feelings don't just range from
Happiness to
Sadness.
Jealousy is a word in my common vocabulary.
To see them all so happy,
The ones that "love" me so.
My "friends" that never invite me
To the midnight secret meetings.
And then there's the word Love.
This one,
Well this one's the worst, children.
Honestly never knowing but learning each day
To every extent love can become so
Complicated.
Not only does jealousy make its return trip for the girl in his eyes,
But barriers form in front of bliss.
"We need to let go of the past",
But how when it writes your future?
Why does he have to be so untouchable?
And only I can talk to myself,
Alone.
So this is the struggle of "growing up"
Well, I don't like it very much.
