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-
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