Younger self

A Poem by anabelliebee

if I had known that being an adult was so tiring

If I had known that being an adult was so tiring, then I would take every chance to wake up anytime, to play around freely, to just wait and relax, and to sleep in a clear head space. If I had known that part of growing up gives me loads of pain, I wouldn't have wanted to be one when I was a kid. Certainly, I wouldn't. I wish I could go back to my younger self.