Getting Older
I am getting older
I am different then I used to be
I do not wear as bright of colors
and my worldview has changed
But why do people assume that I am the same as I was
back in a simpler time
That I am nieve and stupid
That I don't know anything about stress or life
I am only 18 but I can say I know a lot
I have been through a lot in my life
Depression suicidal thoughts self-harm anxiety
And that is only a bit
People expect me to be the same and get offended when they find out
that I have gotten older
Grown up and have had serious problems that can cause me stress
that can change me
I am getting older
I am not nieve I am just as much of an adult as you
I would like to see some understanding
and not just judgment
I am getting older deal with it.
Copyright © Ariel Davis | Year Posted 2017
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