It’s almost here
Christmas time once more
This year it’s different
I’ll be 18 in 24 days
Officially an adult
Expected to act like one
It’s almost as if people think
This day magically makes you mature
That’s not the case
I’m still hung up on things
Things that I was promised
Things I was told
Things that have yet to happen
And things I did in the past
I’m not ready to be an adult yet
I can barely keep my temper at work
Never mind adding on bills and college
Part of me wants to go back in time
Be 10 years old again
But then I remember
When I was ten all I wanted was to be 18
To be treated like an adult
To have people ask me when they don’t know things
Instead of being the clueless kid
At least I know I’ll always be his babygirl
His little girl, his princess, his whole world
That when being an adult gets too hard
All I have to do is ask for some little time
I can go back to being a kid again
******* my thumb, eating spaghetti O’s
Just relaxing without worries.
So as my 18th birthday approaches
I remind myself that it is just another day
There is no rule book for the day you turn 18
Nor is there a manual to life
So I’ll just enjoy the feeling it’ll give me.