Growing up.
I don’t like this, this whole situation. The whole, growing up. Everyday I see little kids and they do such stupid stuff. Climbing on chairs, screaming, playing hide-and-seek. Now that I’m older if I did that I would get sent to the mental hospital. I miss when the monsters were under my bed. What I hate the most though, is how when i do things like drinking chocolate milk with a straw and making bubbles, people act like I’M the weird one. When all i’m trying to do is keep my childhood alive. I sing when I walk down the street. I’m the first one to get to the icecream man in the summertime. I still pee with the door open and dance to no music. I still believe in the Tooth Fairy, and on Christmas I stay up to see if I can catch a glimpse of Santa. On Easter I hop around handing out easter eggs pretending I’m the Easter Bunny. My rubberr ducky keeps me company in the bathtub. When it rains I go and play in the mud. Electricity plugs fucking FASCINATE me. I ride my bike down the road with underwear on my head. Flipflops and socks are the coolest thing. Booty shorts and the newest Hollister tanktop don’t intrest me, I’d rather wear my Uncle’s Spongebob t-shirt. Have you ever heard a song from so long ago with so many memories tied to it, it made you cry? And didn’t you wish you could go back into time when everything seemed so much simpler and carefree? Those are songs that are the soundtrack of our lives. Remember when; Ollie-Ollie-Oxen-Free meant something? Getting high meant swinging at the playground? Dad was our hero and Mom was the girl you were going to marry? Your worst enimies were your siblings? Race isssues were who ran the fastest and war was just a card game? Life was simple and carefree. But what I remember the most was just wanting to grow up. Now Ollie-Ollie-Oxen-Free is just some gibberish. Getting high is a major issue and pot isnt a pan in the kitchen anymore. STD’s and babie’s are huge compared to cooties. Dad’s an asshole and Mom can’t wait to marry you off. Your siblings are your bestfriends. Race issues and war are common things these days, and their not fun anymore. I wish I were two again because skinned knee’s are easier to mend than broken hearts.
The worst thing about my life, is I’m growing up in a society where I’ll never be the pretty girl. Everyone seems to have everything I don’t. And dreams are always one cloud away from where I am.
We spend twelve years of our lives trying to learn how to live, But everytime we try to live in those twelve years were told were wrong. Then everyone you’ve grown to love is taken away and scattered. That’s what they should teach you in school, how to say goodbye and let go.
