Is this what it is like to be grown?
What is meant by stand on your own two feet?

I am there now,
Grown
My head hangs in defeat.
It is exactly how you described it,
A life of burdens and responsibilities.

A life of financial worries where I have been entered into a race without consent,
To own possessions, have things to my name.
A standard to be met, a category to fill.
This is where I am told I should be, what I should want.
Then what is this feeling of discontent?

Labels attached to my title,
My style is overtaken by dull colour,
My hobbies buried under paperwork,
My weekends spent planning ahead,
My social life cautiously tread.

A house to be brought,
A spouse to be sought,
Educational loans to be paid,
In my nightmares to be relayed.

Is this what it is like to be grown?
To grow up, show up, work up,

Break up.