"almost eighteen"A Poem by Hannafor all the people feeling lost in entering "adulthood"“almost eighteen” I am seventeen, But my mom says I am almost eighteen. I am seventeen, But I am expected to act like an adult, “I almost am one”. I am seventeen, But I suddenly need to have my life figured out, After all, I am almost eighteen. I am seventeen, But I am asked once again, “How do you feel as almost an adult?” I am seventeen, But I am constantly reminded that it’s my last summer as a child, That it’s my last Christmas as a child, That I am “on the verge of eighteen”. I am seventeen, Already fed up with eighteen. Frustrated and exhausted, Feeling as if the ground is falling beneath my feet, As if I do not have time, As if I am behind the life that is supposed to be mine. I am sick of being “almost eighteen”. There is nothing I want more, Than to be, just seventeen. © 2023 HannaFeatured Review
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