Growing up

Sitting by the creaking chair Which held my young self here and there, These rooms remind of me When I was shy and chubby I wanted to grow up, Only to realise this won't be a glow up Neither the end nor the start Ask me if I can become up to the par? I give up what I love, Only to be stuck on an infinite ride of bus A bus filled with responsibilities and sorrows, I hope I don't become hollow, As the chair creaked by the wind, Reminding me of present occurings So I smile it off and learn to live by with the flaws. Aj-