Young and Carefree

A poem about being an adolescent that never wanted to grow up and realising you are already a grown up now you have to be a man.

I’m 22. That’s 22 years on this earth.

I read about 14 year olds going to war.

I still put on my Bart Simpson pajamas before bed.

I’m still staying at my parent’s house.

No license, no bank account, no job

I got a girl that wants me and I want her too                               

But how can there be 14-year-old kids more man than me

I don’t deserve her.

Now I don’t even know what to write under the title

The man I want to be

How can I accept that adolescence is my curse?

I’m stuck here

Exactly where I wanted to be

A kid forever

Never to be free 

Author's Note

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