I'm older than dirt I feel it
I ain't even hit 21
I'm young and I'm intelligent
Simultaneously dumb
No sleeping
Just working
Coffee and Starbucks
Go for a run
I'm dreading my very being
Cause growing up isn't fun
I'm tired of working odds
I want go to my home
Listen to mamas lullabies
Resting these shoddy bones
Remember the lollipops and the candies I use to own
Now I can't even eat them cause cavities make a home
I'm old
Barley hit 21
I'm still drinking in the caverns
I've gotta get to the Son
Still a wallow in my pity sometimes I need gun
To shoot down my own ambitions and just finally learn to run
But I guess I'm just crawling
Still sipping similac from liquor bottles
Trying to act grown
But feeling foolish full throttle
I'm working on being better
I'm striving for more and never the less
I'm taking baby steps
I'm taking baby steps
YOU ARE READING
Colorful Cacophony
PoetryI love NoNameGypsy and Jackie Hill Perry. Poetic style with the slight peppering of innocence giving it that flavor I don't hear much. These poems are inspired by them. Love y'all.
