Adulthood

I want to be an adult
Little me said
Didn't know it would be hard
Thought my life would be in order
But the more I try it's in disarray
Have to watch my parents grow old
I'm not strong enough to be alone
I really want to make them proud
But then I'm scared I might let them down

My life's becoming tragic
My decisions are too drastic
My steps; now hasty
My adult hood's just getting started

My goals haven't been reached
My win these days are brief
Then failure comes to smile at me
My self confidence slowly dies
Responsibility's weighing me down
Thoughts of suicide now easily creep in

The struggles are getting real
We call it the hustle
Once, our trouble was picking what to eat
Now, we can't see what to eat

I find it hard to believe in my beliefs
My faith, slowly and steadily diminishes
Beliefs of my God, beliefs of an after life
Beliefs of love, beliefs of happy ever after
I could proudly call this my trial stage
My hardest phase
Will I ever get past


Just realised that soon we'll be parents
And our children would be scared
that actually would make two of us
Yet We're meant to guide them through
Was it this hard for our parents too

No body's true again,
Friendships die faster than a fly
Everybody's a sly, just realised I am too

Now as I write today
Adult me has a few to say
I need to be able to love without fear
I need to sleep without the worries
Laugh freely and be truly happy
I need to be naked and not ashamed
I need to get my innocence back
I want to be a child again

Comments

  1. UnknownSeptember 22, 2019 at 11:07 PM

    My bbyy
    More fire
    ❤❤🙏🙏

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  2. LauraSeptember 22, 2019 at 11:14 PM

    Adulthood hit with full force bearing so much responsibility. Nicely penned, mate. 😘

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  3. TalemongersSeptember 23, 2019 at 12:04 AM

    As much as it sucks, change is the only constant and inevitable thing in life, we gotta make the best out of this situation call adulthood.

    Always love reading your pieces maracci, thanks for that

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  4. UnknownSeptember 23, 2019 at 1:15 AM

    I love this

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  5. UnknownSeptember 23, 2019 at 7:39 AM

    🔥

    ReplyDelete
  6. UnknownSeptember 23, 2019 at 11:47 PM

    I've always known you were great

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