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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What is maturing? Is it the car you drive home in and not the gate you wait by? Is it the movie you’ve rewatched a thousand times only now realizing the villains were never born bad? Is it swapping out yellow and pink for white and black? yellow is fun, pink is cute the colors and your suit don’t match Is it reading newspapers instead of story books? the stories were never real anyway don’t waste your time on imagination it’s not going on your résumé Is it learning when to speak up and when to keep your mouth shut? it’s called manners, seeming to make them ever so happy the louder they laugh the lower your head sinks Is it swallowing the tears you used to let out for a piece of candy? suffocating, water levels rising eyes dry, but the river inside is bleeding Is it deleting contacts from your phone because you no longer have time for them? lie, you have time; you just don’t have the energy Is it knowing that nostalgia is the only thing left from your childhood? Canvases and paintbrushes replacing crayons and glitter but the canvas is empty, your paintings are no good because you can’t remember how your old bedroom looked Is it giving up? not your efforts, your dreams you don’t have dreams anymore only pieces flashing by as you sleep Is it realizing that there is no living, only surviving? my laughter is hollow, my smiles aren’t real for I smile not because I want to but because I must wanting is a luxury for those who live But like I said, I am a survivor and I say this without pride Because if this is what maturing looks like I want to be the most childish person alive
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