Being a youth is an interesting time

Told to be responsible, told not to grow up too quickly

All the accomplishments, all of the fears

Judgement feels quite clear

Being young with aching bones

Stuck in a phone to then spend the nights alone

We’re so connected yet so far apart

I wonder how this life had its start

Friends come and go

Time passes by

Before you know it, you’re no longer a youth

Look back and think “where did it go?”

All the dreams you’ve slept on

Accomplishments being forever away

You work all your hours, make the time pass by

Unfulfilled in the end

You realise you were so alone, you don’t know yourself anymore

Being a youth is such a strange time

Old friends gone in a blink of an eye

Life too quickly flown by

You feel the nostalgia, it’s what you have left

The world left you battered and in a mess

Now you have to be the role model you never had

The youth look up to the person you’ve become

But how did you get there

You don’t even know

Being a youthing was all you knew