I always wanted time to fly by.
I wanted to grow up as fast as I could.
Suddenly, boys cooties didn’t bother me anymore,
I couldn’t wait to have a boyfriend.
I couldn’t wait to get away from mom and dad,
And live in a place on my own.
I couldn’t wait to see my best friend and I grow up together,
And go drinking for the first time.
I couldn’t wait to see where I would go in the future,
And all of the people I would meet along the way.
But..
Soon, the silence of the house became daunting,
My best friend became my enemy,
My juice box addiction became a booze addiction,
The monsters under my bed became the people I thought I knew,
And the boy’s favorite game was breaking hearts.
Growing up is overrated.
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I like the flow you used here. Surely this is something we can all relate to. The anticipation of growing up, and realizing it’s not all that’s cracked up to be. The opposite effect occurs and we eventually find ourselves daydreaming of the years we took for granted. I think you were spot on with this poem. Good job!
thank you!