Growing Up is Getting Old
Growing up is getting old
with heartache and storms
Going through these years
in most ways i've become cold
Once numb to sensations
my walls built so high
Now I feel everything
burning at my soul
Love is so confusing
and sadness now rules me
Lying is too hard sometimes
and people ask too many questions
Growing up is getting old
each year just feels longer
This decade almost lost
my easy days with it
I wanna build my walls back up
at least then I was okay
Now I change from ground to sky
depends how i'm feeling that day.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world