So what, if I'm eighteen?
If I have reached the peak of the mountain
and have finally arrived
at the plot point where
"everything begins"?
So what, if I'm "old enough"?
I hate walking the streets alone at night;
I can barely tie my shoes right.
I don't want to spend my life constantly being a role model,
and I'd rather play Mario Kart than drive.
So what, if I've hit maturity?
Am I not allowed to stay up late,
Sing stupid songs with friends,
tell jokes that make no sense,
and play games that were meant for kids?
So what, if I've grown up?
I still have the same smile;
I still wear headbands and chokers.
I still love Disney movie marathons,
and I still question if monsters are hiding under my bed.
So what, if I'm an adult?
That doesn't mean I'm not still a child.
2.6.2024
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...