I spent my entire childhood
Wishing I was older
I was under the mistaken impression
That older somehow
Equated to better

And then one day
I was older
And all my quirks
Turned into labels
That one day
Turned into
Prescriptions

And all my rebellion
Turned into addiction
And all my imagination
Turned into heartache
And all my dreams
Turned into dust

And now I spend
My entire adulthood
Praying for a time machine
Or death.

Whichever comes first.