They all said my mind will change.
“The adult life isn’t what you think.”
They’d tell me to cherish the good years I have.
The years where my worries are minimal.
Gum in my hair.
AR points at school.
Broken toys and games.
What they said was right.
“I wish I could be a kid again”
I’d tell myself to cherish the good years I have.
My worries will be much worse soon.
Decisions that’ll change my life.
A job and transportation.
Anxiety that won’t go away.
I was oblivious.
I’m just hopeless.
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