Looking through the lens into another life,
Becoming an adult in less than 7 months,
Is a lot to take in.
Being a child has died,
Only the memory sticks with me.
I hear the small violins playing,
Starts off loud then slowly fade.
An adult I say over and over again in my head,
I’m going to be an adult soon,
Someone save me.
The word “Adult”,
Makes me jump out of my skin.
Being a child is like climbing a hill,
On the other hand becoming an adult is like climbing Mount Everest.
I just want to jump into a car,
And drive it far away.
But I know I can’t