A Poet's Scripts

Growing Up

Author's Note: Honestly, this poem is really me just venting... Comment down below what you think about growing up! ;)

My life feels like it is slipping away.

My childhood is ending so quickly.

Everyone seems like they can't wait to grow up... 

and I just sit there.

Drowning in my thoughts of Barbies,

and playgrounds, and actually playing for once,

 not just sitting on their phones. 

I think of all the memories hidden away in my brain.

Sparked suddenly by a smell, or a color. 

An atmosphere that brings me back to when I was innocent. 

When I was pure.

When all that mattered was having fun.

Now my life is full of stress. 

What to do.

What to say.

Everything is just a huge mess, 

and it's my job to organize it all.

I try to say to myself.

Change is good.

But do I really believe myself?

Age is just a number, they say.

But they're wrong.

Age is a perspective.

And that perspective changes 

the moment you enter your teenage years.

When I was little, 

I didn't care about politics,

inequality,

racism, 

stereotypes.

All that mattered was enjoying my life.

Why can't it be like that?

Why can't we 

just

enjoy

life?