Screaming cause it's coming too fast
I'm only fifteen and it's coming to fast
The responsibilities and jobs
You gotta get serious
No more fairy tales
No more dressing up
Stop pretending, you're growing up
Ding dong it's reality coming to screw you up
Put down that wand and sword, you have no battles
"Grow up sweetie" says Reality
Leave your crowns and castles behind
You won't need them now
You're grown up now
No more Peter Pan, you have to grow up
Don't fight it, you can't
Don't cry, it has to happen
It's coming so fast at fifteen
I'm growing up
YOU ARE READING
Dark Daydreams
PoetryThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...
