Victim Of Growing Up

Victim Of Growing Up

A Poem by Skye
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It is a poem that I wrotea few years back,about the essence of adolescence .

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I sit at my desk
And look around me
I frown at the mess
That's not how it should be.
I'm a teenager now
I should behave likewise
Spongebob's no longer cool
Toys no longer nice.
I remove my picture books
Keep a Eminem CD instead
My phone replaces the stupid clock-
I have to keep my priorities straight .
I throw away my masks and costumes
My funny yellow wig
Thirteen is not much old
But I feel so big.
I keep a box in the corner
Souvenirs from friends in the past
They are my memories
But now they're covered with rust.
I toss it in the bin
And watch it go down
I am satisfied with my work
Time to behave like a grown up,now.
I go to school
And watch the girls be
They behave like grown ups
But they're not like me!
They talk about studies
They never break school rules
They talk about their boyfriends
I Feel like such a fool!
Then I look at my best friends
Singing silly made up songs
Behaving like idiots that they are ;
And now I know where I belong.
A 'mature girl' holds me back
As I'm going down to play
"When will you grow up?" She asks
And very reluctantly I say-
"Never." And then I turn around
Realization dawning over me
This isn't what I am
Or how I'm supposed to be.
I am the girl who laughs without reason
I don't sleep alone at night
I still fight my friends for chocolates
I guess I'm still a child inside.
I dance crazy when I'm depressed
I still go to the playground
And I watch as the mature people
'Order people around.
I may not be innocent
I may not be good
I may not have experienced love
But at least I'm not rude.
I don't swear at every little thing
I don't excel at sports
I don't look down on the 'unpopular group'
I don't keep my scores.
My friends and I sometimes behave
As five year-olds would
Cause childhood-it doesn't last forever
Although I wish it would.

Growing up is tough
As depression knocks upon our door
Anger ,Sadness, mistakes and complications-
Come upon like never before.
So we might as well avoid the responsibilities
And enjoy childhood while it last
And now I wonder
Why did I want to grow up fast?
I go home from school
And I look for the box
Where I kept my souvenirs
But it seems to be lost.
My mom tells me its been thrown away
After I disposed it in the bin
So I sit down and cry-
For growing up had possibly found another victim .



© 2013 Skye


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A raw telling from a new writer. I once felt like this a long time ago, but forgot about it. This poem brings back those memories for me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Yes,"Growing up is tough
As depression knocks upon our door"
Very eloquent write.
Enjoyed reading,Meghna.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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