Pain in revolutions

Yesterday, today, tomorrow. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock, 24 hours, 365 days, cocoon to butterfly, 7 days. Over and over and over. Again. When you turn 5, you become a kid. No more sippy cups or nap time. When you turn 13, you become a teen. No more cartoons and dolls. Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it". When you turn 18, you become an adult. Suddenly, nap times become apartment hunting and sippy cups become shots that you're still not allowed to drink. But just yesterday, you were walking to the bus stop in a backpack full of new supplies, and now you're having ramen on the floor, barely getting by. No one is asking what you want to be anymore, instead they are asking when you're getting married and having kids, but you're still a kid yourself. You're cosplayng someone all grown up, but you cry yourself to sleep because you just want to go home. 20 years later, you have kids of your own. they are turning 5, then 13, then 18, and you're wondering where the time has gone.