I am a grown up. I am now an adult.
I walk to the beat of my own drum.
There are no real rules, no real consequences.
There are so many people.
I see only myself.
They are wordlessly moving their mouths, silence.
Some things are very hard to deal with.
Someone else is beating on my drum.
Classrooms, teachers, students, a big blur.
They all seem to be pulling strings.
But I cannot move that fast.
I think I can hear people talking.
I think I’ve left.
No one cares and now I don’t either.
I’m too weak to beat on my drum.
I must handle business, I am an adult.
I think I may be screaming, I can’t hear myself.
Why is everyone shouting?
Someone pressed fast forward.
They treat me as an adult.
I am lightly tapping on my drum.
Consumed by decisions I am forced to make.
I may not be qualified to make these choices.
I hear them talking, I’m trying to listen
I feel it, an epiphany.
I am a child.