Apartment

Justagirl

I dreamed of growing up

Owning my own apartment

Free to do as I please

 

I grew up

I got my own apartment

Free to do as I please

 

But now I’m sitting alone

In the place I’m supposed to call home

I call my mommy and daddy

For things I should know

 

I feel like a fraud

Like a kid playing house

Writing letters to the people I miss

 

I grew up

But this apartment feels all alone

  • Author: Justagirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2024 20:11
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Cassie58

    Leaving the nest can feel like that. Relatable words. Nicely expressed.



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