The Harsh Reality

Just something I've come to realize. I can't run away from the truth.

Remember when I used to tell you everything would be okay?

Weren’t those the days?

But now we must face the harsh reality,

That the world is not as perfect as we first found it to be.

And now that everything is crashing down on me,

I’m unsure if I’ll still be able to breathe.

You, though,

You still have your youth.

You still think the world revolves around you.

I, though,

I no longer have that luxury.

I can no longer be blind to the world around me.

It’s just something you realize as you age,

Too bad, for me,

I realized it at such a young stage.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[sithlordjp]

A beautiful piece about transition, being stuck, set free, held back, all at the same time. Well done!

[Shawna]

Growing up is hard, especially when you have to do it at a young age. Your poem explains that so well, it seems to happen over night or all at once. Great write!