I’m grasping onto what remains left
In these few years of my childhood
I’m not necessarily a kid anymore
So is this my childhood?
But I’m not an adult either
However I’m closer to a then c
What happened to b
-eing a teenager?
What was that meant to be like?
Was I meant to go out, vaping, drinking?
Was I meant to be at home, studying, doing homework?
Was I meant to be sleeping, faking-sick?
Was I meant to be honest, to be told I was lying?
Was I meant to lie, to feel guilty for it later?
I’m yearning for what’s simple right now
But it’s still not that simple
Specific puzzles in this piece just aren’t right for me
Seven super sharp hours seem soo long
Strapped onto a chair surround by those I won’t truly ever know
Cramming knowledge I won’t use till later
Then coming home having to do MORE
Can’t you see, I’m soo tired?
Those puzzles I want to throw out and get rid off
I’m… puzzled.
But those pieces will get replaced
For the better or for the worse?
Maybe I’ll get new pieces on my collection
That I’ll actually enjoy
That I’ll actually use in life
However the stakes are higher
Get a job
Step out of a new zone
Spend your money well
Manage your time wisely
Become more independent
Build or loose relationships
Learn to use public transport
This
unfamiliar ground
Is terrifying
But will hopefully
Hopefully
Soon feel like home
So, instead of grasping onto what remains
In these few moments I have left of my teenhood
I’ll carefully hand-pick
and cherish forever
Before my life takes on a new turn