There's a quote by some guy I don't know

"Grown-ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets."

I've always envied adults, yet at the same time felt sorry for them

I never picture them with a past,

They were never my age - How could they be?

They just drop from the sky, completely as is

They are who they are, no alternatives.

But I used to think the same of 17-year-olds

They were all perfect and pretty

They had all the answers...

They were foreigners in a land I would never reach,

But here I am today, 17 and counting and

I'm not perfect and pretty and

I don't have all the answers

I'm awkward and I'm clumbsy and a little insecure

What's so different and special about being 17?

Nothing.

It's not all it's cracked up to be

Turns out we're the foreigners in someone else's land

We don't want to be here, but we do the best we can

It really makes me wonder: what makes you an adult?

According to the law, it's being 18

But at 18, you're still just a kid

You don't know anything and what you do is worthless...

Why do adults always seem so weird?

What are they hiding?

I'll be 18 this November

Will I feel like an adult, I wonder

Will I feel grown-up?

Probably not.

Will I ever discover what "their" quirks and secrets are?

I can only hope not.