The panic attacks
pass away.
Reaching their time to
resign.
From the one with
the frustration,
all I can think is,
it's not the time.
Not now can I
fulfill what I should have started
at 17.
The glorious age
where nothing bad of the sort
matters.
Every tough achievement
is sacred.
The stars break out,
we become employed,
this was the age,
I wish I had enjoyed.
To have opened my eyes
to bigger and better,
no 17 year old
is a forgotten and removed
feather.
17 again,
why would I ever go back?
To be the big girl?
To be unemployed?
Wasted 16 on the achievements.
Now I'm 19 and the clock ticks.
Bigger hand moving faster
than ever,
just want to be covered in
plaster and bricks.
To be still,
like I stayed,
at 17.
Now I live with
panic attacks,
over the money making process,
that should of been started,
at 17.
What a great age.