Adulting

Jhilmil Rao June 19, 2023

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The fireworks don’t cheer me up anymore.
The stars don’t light up my face anymore.
The droplets doesn’t cherish me to sale paper boats, either
they seem to permit me to cry hard, cry and cry more.
The cool breeze tries its best to dry my tears , leaving the marks right there.
The celebrations give me headache more and more.
Children’s gigglings makes me irritate and frustrate.
Surprises don’t amaze me like before.
Sympathies don’t get under there called throat.
Seems like now I am grown up, grown up enough to be mature.
So yeah I am mature.
How I came here,
who made me to be here,
is it much less than what I deserve?
Questions arise and rise and rise and just as the sun sets,
they drown over there, there over my heart.
Leaving an ache, a pain enough to suffer, to bear.
It feels how its filling over there, making me shrink in my own world here.
Fear is all over here, what, when it will become
unbearable.
Would I just give up, let it burst out on anyone and everyone somewhere,
Or will make myself suffer it more and more to be stronger than that of before.
As I am grown up, I have a strong sense latter will happen for sure.

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