Adulthood is my burden,
I can feel it brewing inside.
It's a slurry of feelings
I must not express
for that would be a slide

back into adolescence;
a place I can no longer linger.
A place I just learned
how to be comfortable with me
and that life does not align at the snap of your fingers.

I knew who I was for the last few years
and I see now thats why I was happy.
I knew what I liked
and I knew what I loved
and no one was going to stop me.

But now that attitude is becoming destructive
and I must take back my signature "*******,"
or risk losing everything I have discovered.
That information is the result of a successful adolescence
and I will it use it to make me a good adult if it is the last thing I do.