Remember the days,
When we couldn't wait to grow up.
What the actual,
Fuck were we thinking?
The world is a mess
The more you grow up,
The worse it gets.
The more you forget,
The more you regret.
It's kinda sad,
How some people still,
Want to grow up.
We all have to grow up,
But I'm not changing.
I'm not going to change,
For the world.
The world will have to
Get used to me.
Everyone is changing,
Everyone is leaving,
Everyone is.. growing up.
I don't want them to.
But it has to happen, right?
They leave and forget about the past.
Create a new future,
New friends,
More family.
Sometimes I wish,
Peter Pan,
Will take me to Neverland.
Will I'll never have to grow up,
And no one will leave me.
No one will hurt me,
Or forget about me.
But when people start to leave,
I'll just be forgotten.
It's okay,
I'm used to it.
I'll be okay.
I'll smile someday,
Think about everyone,
When they're busy,
With their new friends.
New family.
New everything.
They'll be happier.
Right?
That's what I have to latch on to,
The thought they're okay,
Happier.
Slowly my memory deteriorating.
That's alright though,
I'll let the future crush me.
I'm not changing,
For a stupid world,
Who hates me anyway.
I'm not changing,
For people who are leaving.
So I stay myself.
And I smile,
I'm happy this way.
I DONT need to be mature,
I don't care,
What people think.
I'm okay this way.
And I don't need,
To 'Grow up'.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
