24

I’m 19 now,but I know that soon time will fly.
I’ll be 24 eventually,can’t deny.
Whether I like it or not, sometimes I feel pathetic.

I should have my things figured out.
Instead of climbing this tall mountain.
And my birthday is here,I grow older.

When I am at parties,the air feels colder.
I promised myself to be composed at all times.
I promised myself not to tell any lies.

And there are my old classmates.
It’s been years,yet some already have jobs.
Yet I am here growing older.

Yet I begin to fall harder.
And harder,and harder.
I wanted to be a responsive adult.

That provides for her family and kids.
But when Friday night is here.
I don’t know how I ended up like this.

I should have it figured out.
I should be happy.
It feels like yesterday when we were both kids.

Now we are sad because life scams and cheats.
I’m 20 next year,yet I am still in my parents’ house.
And when somebody asks me for my plans for the future.

Do I keep hopeful or tell them the truth?
That deep down I am wary of my future?
I grew up so quickly.

Childhood friends no longer with me.
And sometimes it feels like all days are the same.
Ordinary,sometimes lame.

And when I look in the mirror,I am not 16 no more.
And I haven’t for a while.
It almost feels pathetic and vile.

Can someone please tell me what I missed or did wrong?
Because I was wary of my future for so long?
Can someone tell me what I said wrong.

Will birthdays eventually not be the same?
Will the gifts and cake all be the same?
They say,life’s path is long and vary.

Be born,study,graduate and eventually marry.
That’s what they all expected from me.
On Friday nights we get drunk to forget.

And time passed by oh so quickly.
Will you stay forever with me?
And eventually,I became at the age of 24.