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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1762584
a little something i wrote about growing up.
I can’t handle growing up

This is far to fast

Please, stop it for a minute

Where is my past?


I want my mommy. Want my daddy

My playground and my blanky

These tests and fears to go away

I’m a kid I’m not skanky


I can’t handle growing up

This is causing so much fear

Hang on for a second

Who’ll dry my tears?


This worlds way to big

For someone as small as me

The jobs, cars, expectations, dignity

I’m a kid living in an adults body


I can’t handle growing up

What does that even mean

Can we pause for a while

I just want to scream


What is the point

in being mature anyways

living life in every moment

only to give it all away


I miss my scraped knees

I miss all my dirty shirts

Life’s got its hold on me

Let’s hope this works


I remember back at recess

never asking why or how

I wish i could go back

but its time to be a grown up now

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