After The Fun Dies Down

cycle of life and depression

as a kid, i resorted to being intelligent.

i felt as if it were just in my genes

"a diligent writer like her mommy"

I believed in these fallacies too long.

i dreamed of soaring through university

crying as i threw my cap in the air

running to my them and saying 

"I finally made it to the end goal"

she said the time would fly by me

but i sit with a acidic taste in my mouth

failing assignments i did with no effort

this wasn't what I expected for myself

the boys never stop teasing you

your parents always say it's because they like you

no, addison, none of them ever liked you

just another excuse that never fails

the teachers continue to sit at their old desks

their croaky voices a pain in my neck

teaching only half-captivating content

none of it ever really interested me

however, things do change with the days

your mother stops kissing your cheek

your father feels it's inappropiate

to call him your princess

i mean, they'e not wrong.

our cycle spins slowly like a wheel

churning like the stomachs of 

the diets i put myself through

growing up is growing old. 

growing old is withering away. 

withering away is what life feels like 

after the fun dies down.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Growing up is realizing... no one really gives a s**t. You either can or you cannot. Welcome. Depending on where you were born it's more brutal. (don't tell the kids)

[Green]

Growing old doesn’t have to be that way. There will certainly always be not fun things that have to be done or dealt with but that doesn’t have to be the entirety of it. There are certainly parts of it that can feel more like a slog, however, especially if you haven’t figured out exactly what you want your life to be yet. I think we put far too much pressure on people to figure that out in great detail so soon in their lives.
This was an incredibly relatable write to me, though. It had that sense of ennui but longing for more.

[addisonm241]

Hello, Green

I wanted to say thank you for being my first review ever on this account. I never expected anyone to find my poems that I write when I get sad in school. I hope you'll read my newer ones, as this one is almost two years old. I really appreciate your comment and it helps me to see another aspect of life that I definitely couldn't have seen back in my sophomore year of school. I hope you have a great day.