A sweet sixteen is not so sweet

When I wish for it to be discreet

But it’s a celebration, I am no longer a kid

But i’m not an adult, god forbid

Eighteen is when I cross that line

Isn’t sixteen supposed to be my prime?

How can it be when so many difficulties await

Leaving me to sit here and contemplate

So what am I supposed to do?

The thoughts that surround me are all so new

I fear for the change, my anxiety sinks down

Into the pit of my stomach where I hope it will drown

I hate how I feel, I don’t want to be here anymore

But there is so much of life that is left to explore

Can’t I please fast forward time

To when I’m happy, is that such a crime?

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Unfinished, I don’t intend to finish it. 🤷

I write this a few weeks ago when I was going through stuff, change is scary you know, but I’m not bothered about being sixteen now.

So

Happy birthday to me :)