Here we are
We have finally made it
At this fine hour we cross over
We are no longer part of the group known as minors
Now in the state's eyes we are “adults”
But are we really ?
No, we are not.
I cannot possibly feel like an adult for I can not behave like one
People still say “hey kid”
People deny me from buying my own cigarettes
But if I'm still a kid then why am I working as hard as my parents?
Why am I living on my own in my mother's home?
Why am I allowed to enjoy other people but not enjoy a smoke once in awhile?
Why am I able to give my life for this country but not buy a drink?
If we sit here and think
About what it means to be eighteen
We soon we will see
That there really is no meaning.