Sat, 04/06/2019 - 18:38 -- v.n.

Smiling away

Stuck in a cycle

Earning their pay

The same expressions recycled

A feel of dull colors

No escape from the future

A mirage of numbers

Where is the humor?


A transformation

From caterpillar to butterfly

Our parents' creation

But I don't want to fly

Anxiety and fear

The future awaits

Pending doom is near

An open gate

Is this how it feels?

To be big, and grown?

Finally, revealed

And I feel on my own


This poem is about: 
My family


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