AdultingA Poem by A. Wrin
Well it may not kill you
It’s just gonna hurt really f*****g bad But is it that big of a deal To be young and dumb and kind of sad I mean aren’t we all in our own way Or wait is that a little too cliche Are we all just wasting time attempting To have the most interesting thing to say Spent 40 hours selling your soul Now take your tired bones back home No one tells you so much of growing up Means being this alone Well look who’s thinking too much And not sleeping enough But hey what else is new Complaining gives us something to do Gifted kid Burn out Self medicating It’s so frustrating Are your 20s really the best it ever gets? F**k Laughing at phone screens And working paycheck to paycheck Taking pictures so that we’ll remember Taking shots so that we can forget Not everything is a lesson learned Roasting marshmallows while bridges burn Not saying that it’s fair Not saying that it’s always what you deserve It looks like the whole world it’s turning upside down But it hasn’t been so bad Ever since you came around Well look who’s thinking too much And not sleeping enough But hey what else is new Complaining gives us something to do Gifted kid Burn out Self medicating It’s so frustrating Are your 20s really the best it ever gets? No way this is as good as it gets © 2021 A. Wrin |
StatsAuthorA. WrinPanama City, FLAbout22-year-old from the Florida Panhandle. News producer with a B.A in Journalism. Currently juggling motherhood and a morning show. Mostly poems, some of them really old now. more..Writing
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