Dear Adulthood,
People lied to me about you
You are nothing like the nigga I heard in stories
You weren't the knight in shining armor I dreamt about when I was Six
Years spent with you, have been filled more with tears and pressure
Pressure of wanting to be someone but lacking direction
Moments of wanting to let it out but faking strong
when you and I know, it's farther from the truth
And If wishes were horses, I want to go back to being six and tell aunt shittu she lied to me about you
Maybe with two middle fingers too
I'm sorry if my words hurt a little
I just need to let you know
You are farther from the truth
YOU ARE READING
Demons inside me
PoetryI sometimes wish I could drown in my own thoughts but most times it's best to let it out.
