you know what's the worst part of growing up?
is that slowly i see the strands of my parents hair,
turning grayish white.
when it's black before,
at a certain point my body rejects all forms of fun,
and I just wanna stay in bed all day.my childhood lollipop sticks that i take everyday
turns into cancer sticks.
before i'd always cry out loud for my parents to hear,
now i cry silently so that my parents won't know.that when i was smaller i wanted to be older,
but now it all seems reversed.
realizing how the world works so we enslave ourselves to earn money
but no matter how much many you have,
everyone is a part of the system.knowing more about the world,
makes me crumble slowly
as the world i was stepping in,
doesn't treat everybody fairly.