At sixteen I’m all grown up.
At eighteen life is getting tough.
I blinked and woke up twenty-one.
Married to young and had a son.
Even though I must remember to have fun.
He’s the best thing I ever done.
Where did the time go?
I may be young but I feel so old.
Suddenly I’m thirty.
What does my future hold?
All is a blur; where did my dreams go?
I had everything; at least I thought so.
I wanted to travel and see the world.
But instead reality spoke to this girl.
I’m not complaining or feeling full of sorrow.
But sometimes it’s others strength I must borrow.
Although I have people that I love and see.
I still wonder when I can be me.