A dream and nightmare becoming reality
The mantra "when I grow up" subconsciously echoing hunts you
You didn't bargain for this
Expected life to be easier, fun, free
But, instead
You drown in responsibilities, realities, life
People forget you're still that little girl or boy
They forget the phobias of heights, the dark
They see a man, woman
Get a job!
Hold a job!
Get a man!
Hold a man!
Stay with one woman!
You're not a child no more!
YOU ARE READING
Polished and Shined
PoetryEverything from a fist shaped organ 🖤 Started- 21|12|21 Completed- 18|03|22