Jan 2014
We used to make friends so easily
never judging anyone is what's it's meant to be
our parents were heroes in our eyes
TV and magazines soon changed our minds
As we grow older
we grow not wiser
but full more of hate
told to love
and told not to love ourselves
You never thought it was going to come so soon
although you knew this was always fate
as you blow your eighteen candles
the smoke drifts but your childhood drifts further
never judging anyone is what's it's meant to be
our parents were heroes in our eyes
TV and magazines soon changed our minds
As we grow older
we grow not wiser
but full more of hate
told to love
and told not to love ourselves
You never thought it was going to come so soon
although you knew this was always fate
as you blow your eighteen candles
the smoke drifts but your childhood drifts further
I kind of based this poem around the thought I feel like I am growing up too quickly and the fact as a young child I always thought being an 'adult' was really far off. I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do.
