Victim Of Growing UpA Poem by SkyeIt is a poem that I wrotea few years back,about the essence of adolescence .
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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